I had stopped the gentle licking and slow sucking and was bobbing up and down on his rigid cock like I couldn't get enough. I really couldn't get eno...gh. I could faintly taste precum. It is salty, I randomly thought to myself. My own stiff cock was grinding against his hairy, muscular calf. Another loud crash of thunder sounded outside. The blood in my head was pounding even harder than that. Shane was writhing around now, cursing constantly as I pleasured him. This fantastic dick that. She waved towards the comfortable chairs, the same one I'd used to inspect her after the first dare. "Take a seat," she instructed, standing as she spoke.She crossed the room to join me and I took the opportunity to admire the older woman. There was something about the way she carried herself that hinted at how sexy she could be, the memory of her parading around this room with everything on display obviously helped that image. Today she was wearing her customary business suit along with a pair. I was apprehensive about the situation but she cleverly calmed me down. "Put this on." she ordered me as I was handed one of those cock ring vibrators. I slipped it on and felt waves of stimulation run up and down my cock. I next I felt a greased finger penetrate my virgin ass hole. This isn't too bad I thought, until she added a few more fingers. My ass burnt but it also felt so erotic that I had to have more. "I am going to put a small butt plug in your ass so loosen up." I obediently. She was in a basement near the beach? No that didn’t make sense, houses on the beach didn’t have basements. Sara sat there trying to stay calm and think this through, but the only thought that kept coming to her was that Sloan had been right, she should have gone home. Then it hit her, her kidnapper had said he could give her light, so there must be a lamp or something down here, all she had to do was find it. Feeling around the area Sara confirmed the fact that she was on some kind of pulldown.