Your word is good enough for me.’ To some people that might not mean much. To some of us sons out there, we want to please our dads and get their ap...roval. It could be at any age. To me this was my dad saying, ‘I believe you, son. Your word is good enough for me.’ I got my dad’s approval and that means so much to me. I think I might have even shed a tear. Later that day I went to see Clay. I really hadn’t talked to Ellen since the two of them had been a couple. I knew that one day I would have. I could hear gasps around the room as I was stripped and fondled and then I had a large cock placed at my mouth which I sucked greedily at this time another man bent me over and fucked me from behind bringing more gasps from the room.this continued for about 2 hours I was continually fucked and sucked in every hole including my first anal experience I had no idea who was doing what to me only that I had prgasm after orgasm and was filled and covered with cum.I had swallowed as much as i could. He then rotated a handle to raise the cables again. I looked on disbelievingly as the cables tightened and started to pull on the clamps. I watched my nipples and clitoris stretch and strain from the pressure, pain ripping through me as my screams echoed around the room. He took off his clothes, opened a press, took out a harness and put it on. He then went to the bench and came back with a package. He opened the package and removed a condom covered in spikes. I howled in distress as he put it. Tiffany let out and low, quiet moan as she orgasmed. She continued to hold the vibrator and dildo in place, pushing for a second consecutive orgasm. It worked. Her body tensed up a second time. This time her stomach, legs and hips jerked upwards, causing her feet to slip and her butt fell back onto the bed. Even though it was a short drop, the impact forced her hips to bounce upwards, which in turn pushed the vibe hard onto her clit, and another orgasm leapt over her. It wasn’t nearly as strong.