It was early Saturday morning, and Paige was sitting on her front steps waiting for him to pick her up so they could go to his cabin. At the appointed...time he pulled into the driveway, waiting for Paige to make her way over to his truck but she just sat on the porch steps. He blew the horn twice and then rolled down the window and yelled, “Paige, get your ass in the truck. Don’t make me come get you.”“Alright,” Paige said as she meandered over to his truck, taking her time. She opened the door. He then reached up and unhooked the bungee cord, bringing a small measure of relief to Pete’s clamped nipples, and pulled Pete’s thighs down to the edge of the massage table, stretching his arms out fully against his bound wrists. Pete felt Terry moving the butt plug, fucking him with it once again, and then replacing the plug with his cock. Pete moaned in pleasure as he felt this new sensation, the length and fullness pressing on his prostate, his male G spot, and now free from the extra. When I started to feel the strain begin I tried not to push this time still concentrating on remaining calm, still going I actually felt the strain recede, ok that was a first. Finally I stopped as I was actually getting tired again, a first as I was usually straining long before this. Opening my eyes I saw that it was dark outside, damn! I looked around and spotted Cloe sitting nearby a worried look on her face. "Damnit Tyrome! Are you alright? I've been trying to break your concentration for. "I said it was your business. None of mine." But you're my friend. Did it shock you to learn what I've done?" I don't know what you've done and I don't--" Fucked a man and his wife. On several occasions. Different ones."I turned bright red and turned away again. "Katie, if that's what you choose to do--"She put herself in my face. "You're judging it and you don't know about it," she said. She took my hand and sat me down on the bed, next to her, holding my hands in her lap. I really didn't want.