So I ordered another,and another,before long I felt myself needing to piss like a racehorse. I came back the bar a few minutes later and finished my d...ink,while my straw searched in earnest for the last drops of sweet booze I felt a massive kick..oh shit someone spiked my drink...I awoke to the clamor of cheer and yells,the bar had long since closed and I found myself hands bound together tied to the stripper pole surrounded by cocks of every color and size. I was professing how straight I was. Your tongue teases them into hardness as your nimble fingers begin their search for my most sensitive spots. My back arches, as I demand the undivided attention of your mouth. I grab twin handfuls of your hair and crush your lips against mine as my tongue begins its own exploration of your mouth. We kiss, lick and caress each other until we are both in a complete frenzy of passion and desire. My lips wanders over your cheeks and eyes. They caress your ear and my tongue darts as I lick you. We arrived at the photographers house. His wife who was about 25 greeted us and showed us to his studio as he was out at the time and had been held up. She apologised because she was going away to another city for 2 weeks so my wife would be on her own with her husband if she agreed to act as his model. She explained that she also was a photographer and modeled for him as well.She made a comment that she thought my wife would be just what he wanted as she oozed sexual energy. She then looked. He smiled as He could see the shivers running through her and He just laughed at her again. "Oh God, look at you, slut. You've been on that sawhorse all morning. I've cum on you, I have teased you, I've plugged both your ass and your pussy. And still I can hear your soft moaning as you look at My cock...still wanting more! You truly are a cock-hungry whore!" She watched as He got up from His chair and walked over in front of her. Her body ached for Him, her eyes ran hungrily over Him as He.