"Filthy little slut. Do you know where you are? That little room you're never allowed to enter, my dear fuck toy."He stepped back from me and a small ...edical light came on above me, it shined into my eyes and I felt blind. I looked and I was on a soft mat with a head board type wrack that my wrists and ankles were shackled to. He smiled at me, his eyes deep green in the light. He leaned over me grazing a large hunting knife over my belly. Now that I could see him I wanted him badly, needed. The burglar tried to say something but the cock was again at the back of the throat. He rounded his lips, let the dick penetrate deeply and worked it with his tongue. His mouth was filled with the strong pole of the beardog.Scuford groaned and put his hand on the fly of the burglar. He felt a lump.- “But you’re getting hard too, you bitch.”The bull blushed while continuing to embrace the cock with his lips. The beardog left the mouth that had proved inviting. He turned, undid the belt,. He held her close until the waves passed, and then gently eased her legs to the floor, his pole still deep in her overheated canal. He kissed her eagerly, and whispered into her ear. She nodded. Still impaled on his rigid cock, she threw one leg up and spun around on the other foot, as he leaned back. Her back to him, she bent over the table while he took her from behind for a time. Sara’s hand went to her mouth, stifling a quiet scream, watching in horror and fascination as Roy removed his. My erection had returned and I felt quite embarrassed. “Someone’s enjoying their cuckolding,” Paulo said a smile.Sue laughed and reached for my erection. “And are enjoying it darling?”“I read somewhere that it’s a good cuckold test,” Paulo said. “If the husband gets a stiffy from watching his wife getting laid by another man then he’s enjoying his cuckolding.”Sue gave my cock a gentle squeeze. “I think my husband has passed the cuckold test then,” she said a smile.Paulo put his arm around my.