He lay back on the cold metal, trying to avoid looking at the women staring at him. He felt the chef take his ankles, placing his feet on the lip on t...e tray. Above was the bright ceiling, at which he stared. He desperately wanted to wake up from this terrible dream. "Before we oil his front," the chef instructed, "we're going to apply a tension ring." Michael glanced nervously to see what she was talking about. The chef approached on his left, holding a black band. She quickly placed. That girl, the other one of the task force. The brunette. What was her name? She drove a motorcycle.His study was at the back of the house. The lights couldn't be seen from the front. He hurried over and hit the switch, dousing the room in darkness except for the light coming in the window from the backyard light.He heard the sound of footsteps close to the front door and glanced out his study door, staying well back in the shadows. It was her, the cop with the motorcycle, and the FBI agent.. Suddenly, Susie pushed me away from her and at almost the same instant, the strap-on was gone from my pussy. As I knelt on the floor I could see Aoife walking over to Susie and I heard them kiss. I felt a hand run through my hair and then my head was yanked upwards and Susie ordered “Suck her clean, slut,” as Aoife’s strap-on, my juices still glistening on it, bobbed in front of my eyes. Without hesitation, I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along its length before popping the head inside my. I felt my head enter steves arse and he started to breathe really heavy i pushed forwards a bit more and steve began to let me in, i slowly began to work back and forth each time going further.His arse whole was so tight it felt great around my cock, i had only been with one girl before this and straight away i could feel the difference between regular and anal sex. I started to hump faster now and my cock was going all the way in steve started to moan and i asked should i stop but he said no.