They were all terrible sinners, and going to hell. And the devil was calling long distance.Quickly she ran to the phone on the bedside table, but stop...ed herself. What if it was Mrs. Morgan on the phone? Couldn't have her hear the heady, out of tune symphony of sex in the background in that room! What sort of a soundtrack would that make for telling a man's wife that he's "indisposed" at the moment? So she ran for the door and padded barefoot, well, in truth bare everything, into the kitchen to. But then, no one at the table looked parentish.After dinner, the drinking games started. I admit to playing for the sole purpose of playing in the card game within the drinking game, but got bored when alcohol started to interfere with the cardplay. Besides, drinking orange juice during a drinking game just isn't as interesting. So, I wondered over to where Nick and Liz were chatting, away from the group. Both of them were avid talkers, and I was content to interject a comment here and there. "Ok. Well I'll let you guys get back to your dinner. I'll try to call you in the morning sometime Kim. Have a good night guys,and Dad thanks again for taking one for the team." My pleasure son." Goodnight." Ron and I say to Mike as I hang up the phone."You weren't k**ding about him not stepping a foot into that nightclub." I told you Ron." I laughingly said.After we finished eating I cleared the table and set the dirty dishes in the sink. I walked to the patio door and peeked my head out."Ron. He became aroused by the idea of having his cock controlled by his friend and Zara. It was crazy, he knew the whole situation was bizarre, but yet couldn't help but be turned on by the entire thing.He stripped off all his clothes and lay on his bed ready to jerk off. But of course, as he placed his hands on his genitals, he was blocked by the metal cup. He pulled and tugged at the cup, trying to remove it, with no luck. It was securely stuck onto his skin. There was no way his cock could.