She wore five-inch high heels--the kind you always see on hookers. She walked on her 'fuck-me-pumps' with the sureness of Nikes.She pointed to the las... booth. "How's this." I slid in one side and Peter the other. She looked at us booth performing some mental calculation and slid it next to Peter--slid in close. The table in the booth was only about eighteen inches high. Carla put her feet on the table and crossed legs. I had a close-up view of those stocking tops and sliver of thigh. Peter and. "The name is make Mike,you slut, not Michelle; and I'll move when I want to. There's nothing youcan do otherwise you fucking whore," he said."Oh that does it I'm going to enjoy this," she says as she quickly opensone pouch and takes out a tazer gun. Two more women unexpectedly grab mikefrom behind and handcuff him. The blonde lifts up Mike's skirt, pulls downhis thong and she gives him a jolt right on his balls until he passes out. When Mike wakes up he's sitting at the food table strapped in. ?Nevermind Gail, I?ll answer your questions later, in the mean time it is gettinglate and I want to get to know you better so I?m going to let you share my bedtonight.? But, for that, we need to getyou dressed in something appropriate and, I?m afraid, suitably restraining.? Ipulled down another ceiling chain, buckled the strap at its end around herright leg just below the knee and then, after undoing the ankle cuff, shortenedit until her foot was lifted almost to waist height. ?Thisis called a. Gwen licked her fingers, then reached down between Curies legs, running her fingers in and out of her slit. Curie gasped, continuing to kiss me while Gwen rubbed in and along her dripping pussy. I felt Pipers kisses getting lower and lower on my back, until suddenly her nose was between my cheeks and she was planting kisses on my rose, her hands holding onto me from both sides.After a minute more, Curie gave a little gasp into my mouth, then pulled back from me. She motioned Gwen forward. Gwen.