So again, who do you think was manipulating your dreams?”Eric perched his fingers before his nose, his eyes unfocused as he stared into the unknown....“I’m not sure. Somehow, I felt there were a large number of ... beings, but I never witnessed them and possess no evidence they were there. Yet, someone was definitely arranging these images. If I was dreaming things which actually happened, but had no knowledge of, then they were attempting to convey something. Who they might be, or what they were. Todd wasn’t too comfortable with the idea of letting aguy swing on his dick while his buddy watched, but hewas also known for thinking with his pecker, and hispecker was screaming, “suck job!”Mason caught a glimpse of Todd’s sweats dropping to thefloor, followed by his underwear. He let his mouth buildup with saliva, preparing to coat the dude’s prick whenhe was able to reach it. He licked his lips as he sawthe long smooth cock near its destination.Todd took one. Allison went to collect the last of the food and lots of hard lemonade. She arranged delivery of the chicken. Pete picked up a kiddy pool and some spray bottles. He had to get the gallons of baby oil at a medical wholesale warehouse. The Twister was in the closet. All was hidden in the dungeon. Pete also ordered and picked up a birthday cake with both names. There were forty-two candles. Chocolate cake, strawberry preserves between the layers and chocolate icing. He concealed the cake in his. Master takes his time in tying me to the chair. My legs to the back legs and my hands to the top of the front legs. My boobs are hanging down and my nipples still rock hard. My bare bum is sticking out and I’m sure my pussy is going to drip on the floor soon. Master walks around me and inspects his handiwork, inspects his slut. His fingers are caressing over my back slowly and teasingly. He leans down and kisses me passionately, our tongues playing. Master is hard with me but his kisses always.