“I think I am going to call ita night pretty shortly, and head back to the motel.”“What’s your room number, Uncle Ricky? I thi...k I mightdrop by for a nightcap.”Twenty minutes later there was a soft knock on the doorof my room. I opened the door, and Chris slipped in. Iasked her if she would like a drink, and she said thatshe had already had just enough to be brave withouthaving so much as to be stupid. I took that as a goodsign. After I helped her off with her. “Fuuuuck!” Tristan couldn’t help the scream that tore out of his lips. “Shit Damon,” He added in a whisper, “There are people in this house.”Damon released his cock long enough to answer that they were alone, then took Tristan’s balls into his hot mouth.“Oh my God Damon.” Tristan squeaked. Damon took the head of his cock back into his mouth and swiped his tongue over it. Then he dipped to the underside, tracing the ridge with infinite slowness.Sound gurgled in Tristan’s throat. He couldn’t. Then, at my feet I could sense twodifferent people attaching and securing a spreader bar between my legsand padlocks being closed around the ankle cuffs. Finally I could hearthe metallic sound of what sounded like a long chain being attached tothe wrist cuffs behind my back.I struggled, just managing to keep my balance as the chain behind my backwas tightened through some kind of pulley high above me, pulling my armsvertically upwards and forcing me to bend double, forwards from thewaist.The. I stood up so they could get a look at my big dick. They both smiled as I said thank you for the show and left. I went back to my room, got dressed and decided to go to a massage parlour since I was still so horny. I found one 2 blocks from my hotel. When I went in I was greeted by some old Russian dude. He asked me how long of a massage I wanted. I paid for 45 minutes. He brought me to a small sitting room that had 3 massage attendants I could choose from. One was barely of age with.