...........I felt the final shackle click into place around my left wrist. I wasnow completely restrained, helpless, and completely at her mercy...We...l, I reflected, I had been completely at her mercy from the moment Iwalked through the door. She didn't need shackles to bind me.I realized that I was probably higher up than being on hands and kneeson the floor. The surface felt softer and her position to me as sheplaced me in the harness felt like she was higher up."So pretty..." she murmured. We got the call from a man who was out for a late night walk and saw blood seeping out from under the door. We have him over in one of the cars if you need to speak with him. We tried calling the bar's number, but there was no answer. I have a sniper and spotter on standby, but haven't deployed them as the bar's windows are too filthy to see through. Every man I have available from Zone Two is here, though we still have a few off covering for the, uh, losses in Zone Four."Tom replied, "You've. I could feel his erratic panting in my ear; it made me feel wet. The first guy pushed forward and I felt his hard black cock splitting me in two.A third guy positioned at my side, sliding his hard dick into my mouth…I tried to moan but all I could do was let out muffled squeaks as I was fucked wildly. In my ass, the big cock moved in and out each thrust going in balls deep. In my pussy, it felt the best, because it was thicker and my little snatch could not swallow it all. That did not seem to. She was about twenty-three or four years old with short black hair and cute as a button. I wanted her, too. It would have been hard to choose just Patti or Sheryl if I had to. But she's a whole other story. We had a brief affair a year later. I'll write about Sheryl later. Fast forward about two months, my wife was doing well learning the dances and I was becoming interested just watching. I would be the only guy in a troupe of seven girls, so that was another incentive to learn the dances.One.