I couldn't even think straight. I had 2 glasses of wine for my nerves and at 8pm he arrived. I opened the door and he must have been over 6ft tall and...stocky. I shook his hand and he sat down. I was shy and so was he. I got him a beer as he wasn't a fan of wine. He said I looked amazing and I told him it's hard work getting ready. I didn't mention that I hadn't eaten all day and had Douched my arse in case I get lucky.We drank for 2 hours then he sat next to me and he explained he was actually. Watching hungrily each time Clyde’s dick filled her up so that only his balls were seen slammed against her ass, Brian could no longer contain himself. He unzipped his pants, hastily removing his pre-cum covered dick and impatiently jacked it off, imagining himself both in Ruby’s place and in Clyde’s place. “I didn’t tell you to remove your hands you dirty, uncontrollable slut.” Ruby’s voice was chastising as she bounced harder on his dick. “Forgive me, Mistress,” Clyde managed to breathe. He'd been allowed, atfirst, to relax on one of the luxurious couches the hall had to offer,but that boon was tragically short lived. Sasha had gone home toretrieve some of Rebecca's toys and the other two women went to workpreparing Zack for the festivities.Zack now found himself bound over a small, sturdy table in the middle ofthe resplendent room. His mouth was stuffed with a thick rubber ball gagand around his neck was a leather collar that simply read "WHORE." Itwas chained to the end of. He thought the stocking on my injured member was funny until he pulled it off and looked at my damaged rod. He gave me some stuff that smelled even worse that the ointment Mrs. Snyder had made.On the 27th, I had barely been able to stand up and spent most of the day rolled in my blanket feeling sorry for myself and smelling like mint and witch hazel. I though I'd faint when I took a blood-tinged piss. The next day, showing my pass three times, I went back across the river with a pack full of.