Inside, the room opened out into a high-ceilinged space all painted black, illuminated by the occasional bright spotlight directed towards BDSM items ...round the walls. Princess ripped off her remaining clothes, holding her arms and legs in place facing the X-shaped St Andrew’s Cross for John to attach the wrist and ankle straps. John stood behind Jenny – pressing his erection into her – guiding her hand to slap Princess pert arse with a leather paddle. Princess already knew she wasn’t allowed. Nothing kinky. “Maybe she would like to actually see you getting fucked? Watching a big, thick cock sliding in that cute butt!”“Oh I know your game you naughty fucker.” He beamed back at me.“Well that way you don't have to come here behind her back.” I justified myself with transparent self-interest. “Because you will come back. You and I will carry on fucking... and sucking each other.”He looked at me. “I know.” He said honestly. “I know! I need it. But I feel bad.”“Then ask her, when she is. At least she was no longergagging.Michele could sense that the man was now close to climax as he groaned andcursed and held her head tight is his hands whilst thrusting his invadingmanhood in and out of her mouth. She forced herself to open her eyes andwatched transfixed as his groin pushed again and again against her face withquicker, shorter thrusts. His penis seemed about to burst in her mouth.As she sensed the man's climax approach she could feel his penis swell, thetautness of his penis. Darice tells him she will dress himbecause he probably has no clue how to put on women's clothes. She startedwith the bra which is way too tight for him but has padding. He asks whydoes he have to wear a bra and Darice tells him you can't wear a cocktaildress without a bra. And she caresses his erect cock to reinforce herpoint. Then Darice has him step into the panties. His hard cock isstraining against the fabric but Darice says that will have to do. Thenthe thigh highs are rolled up his legs..