Ivy was a friend of theirs, though primarily she was friends with Hazel, as they had met at her work. Ivy was an intern who worked in the programming ...epartment. Hazel was a designer there, and they often collaborated on projects. Their professional life bloomed into a personal friendship, and Warrick took a closer interest when Hazel coaxed Ivy into their bed the first time.Hazel tapped the answer button. “Ivyyy!”“Sup, bitch? It’s Sunday morning. Why aren’t you at church?”Hazel chuckled. “I. It sure felt good to cool down some. Sighing she placed the moist tip of the dildo on her clit and turned up the motor. Ummmm sure feels good almost as good a being licked and nibbled. As she slid the tip into her throbbing cunt she sighed deeply and turned the motor up higher and hit the switch that made the dildo spin inside her cunt, as it spun faster and faster she began pushing it in letting her strong inner muscles suck it deep into her waiting cunt. Rocking back and forth in the swing. It was nothing like his friends had told him it would be. They had delighted in telling him of nurses who weighed your testicles and cut them off if they weren’t heavy enough, or doctors that used electric cattle prods shoved up your behind to force you to ejaculate.Instead, he was handed what looked like an oversize flashlight with a reproduction of a woman’s slit on one end. “The blue switch starts the milking massage,” the nurse said in an even tone. “The yellow switch adds vibration.” She. It was show time!!With Mark leading the way we walked down the long hallway hand in hand and our sides pressed together. We were both nervous. We could hear all the men shuffling around and talking. As we rounded the corner we both gasped. There was more men than either of us had guessed.We were led to the center of the room. The men were hooting and hollering. All eyes were definitely on us. Before I knew it Chelsea had begun to slide her body against mine. Taking that as my cue I began to.