Joan slid in first, her dress riding dangerously up her thighs. Tad glided in beside her. Ted looked at me and I graciously waved him in so that her w...s sitting on Joan's other side. Tim snuggled in next to Tad, near Joan. I got in last and ended up across from Joan. We ordered martinis. When the waiter brought them to us Joan reached for hers and her nipples came out. Joan went, "Whoops" and tucked them back in. We sat around and chatted for a while. They all reminisced about the good times. I’m all wet.” The brunette brushed beads of perspiration off her breasts, wearing a crooked grin the whole while. Once again, she was showing no shame in flaunting her body, or admiring his. He certainly hadn’t missed the double entendre. “Yeah, it’s pretty hot,” he agreed. “You’re not riding alone, are you?” Jeanie asked as she picked up a cup of water. “I guess so,” he answered. “Well, that’s not safe at all. You should always ride with someone, especially in this sort of heat.” It might be. As it turned out, Bonnie had to go out that afternoon, and didn’t return home until after 8 that evening, so Brandy had a nice long day trying out her newest toy. After that, Bonnie always left the O-ring gag on yet another hook she had Bill place into one of the vertical beams near Brandy’s head, so guys would see it and could insert it into Brandy’s mouth if they wanted to. In general, once it was in, it stayed in, at least until noon when Bonnie came to bring Brandy inside, because guys. That thought is accentuated as his hands lay upon her head controlling speed and depth. Sure he would be killed if he harmed her but what is death to a Gladiator who measures his days one at a time, where each could be his last. He begins to thrust in earnest, saliva leaks from the corner of her mouth to dribble upon her bosom, the silk dark with the evidence of their debauchery. Her chin and his cock glisten in the warm firelight, slick and moist. He pulls back and out, his solid shaft slips.