Evidently it had some sort of metal or thick plastic embedded in the paper. So, she tossed it into the kitchen garbage.At the office she casually ask...d one of her secretaries, whom she knew was in a D/s relationship as a top, “Have you ever heard of SaM’s Place?”“Only in legend,” Marcie replied. “It is supposed to be some super-secret S&M club for the super rich or something like that. The story is that it is by invitation only. And once you are in, if you tell anyone about the club, not. One of the others was standing between my legs, his long thin cock deep inside me and pushing hard and fast. Two more stood at the edges of the table, each with his cock in one of my hands. Their faces were pale and smooth, another result of whatever had been done to them. I closed my eyes so I didn't have to look at them.After just a few minutes, the man in my mouth started shooting his jism down my throat. Even though he'd fucked me not an hour earlier, he was pumping fistfuls of the warm goo. I let my arms go limp so she could maneuver them as she pleased. She pulled some very real-looking metal handcuffs out of a box under her bed. She climbed on top of me and straddled my chest. Then with the ease of an experienced cop (or k**napper) she clicked the handcuffs around one wrist, pulled the short chain around one of the metal rods of her bedpost, and locked the other wrist. "Try not to make any noise" she commanded. "As a matter of fact, we need to be extra quiet right now, so I. Trevor and Liv were forgotten, even Jake was partially forgotten. It was me and this cock in my hands and all I could think about was Caprice and Anjelica and Gina and how they would do this. I lost myself and all track of time until Jake grunted, “Stop! Stop! Stop! I’m gonna …” Jake never finished his sentence. It turned into a loud moan followed by his hand clinching my hair. His cum surged into my mouth and hit me directly in the back of my throat which triggered my gag reflex. Again my.