“He kissed me on the cheek. Remember my dear, we are all Club Members. No one here will ever harm you. I want you to look your best.” He attached ...he chain to a loop under the desk. Instructed me to bend over and arch my back. He adjusted my position a little and then seemed satisfied and left.A few moments later and my coworkers entered the room. For the moment they were all fully clothed. I was embarrassed, nervous but mostly extremely aroused. I was the junior member of the staff. Mr. Baxter. Ms. Sloane tilted her head. Looking at me much like my mother and a certain aunt do from time to time. It’s a look that says ‘don’t dick around, tell me all.’ Or else.“Masturbate.” I sort of gushed it out, not a subject about which I now wished had never burbled to the surface, topic-wise... “Oh?”“She found out, discovered, porn. Taught Froggy and me how to surf ... and ... you know.”“And masturbate.”I nodded, somewhat reluctantly. No reason to birddog the same prairie time and again.Ms. Sloane. I moved up behind my wife and grabbed a fistful of hair which only made her squeal and rammed my cock up against her ass. ‘Get ready.’ I growled in her ear. She responded by hooking her arm around my neck and pulling me back into that lust filled kiss and rammed her hips back impaling herself on my cock. I don’t know what it is about anal sex that just gets me off so quick. I just love it. I love how tight she is back there. I love how she wriggled and moans when my cock is plumbing her bowels.. It is lovely. Could you pass me some strawberries and a drink of champagne”The glass must have ben empty as I heard the liquid glug into the glass and then a strawberry touched my lips. I had several strawberries from one side and several large swallows of champagne from the someone on my other side apparently sitting on the bed – I suspect they may have had a little champagne but one voice announced that the bottle was empty. “Let ‘s order another bottle I said and felt a weight lift from the.