After being tied to the railing for almost three hours, the woman could no longer avoid her body’s demands and she had released her bladder where sh... sat. Her jean-clad legs and underwear had soaked up a lot, but there was an obvious puddle spreading around her on the deck.I-Bar had personally turned the water hose on her, drenching her from head to foot as he washed her urine off her and the deck. Her damp clothes were not allowed to dry after that. I-Bar made certain that as soon as her body. We bar hopped a little, ate dinner, and came home relatively early in the evening at around 9:00pm. Because of the drinks we had all loosened up a little and were all acting a little flirty with each other. There was some pretty obvious sexual tension between us. After the taxi ride home we all changed back into more comfortable clothes and met up in the living room. Larisa poured some more wine for her and Christine, and I grabbed a beer from the fridge. We had a sectional couch at the time so. It was so close. I came, crying out, my hips working wildly. My body spasmed, my pussy squeezing your fingers as you wriggled them inside me, driving them deep, drawing out the last seconds of my orgasm. There was no time to recover, as you lifted me from the table and pushed me towards an open door that led to your bedroom. As we ascended the four steps from the hallway. A pause against the wall and two sets of wandering hands was all that was needed. Your hands were under my top, playing. Just as I closed my eyes, one of them grabbed me by the hair, jerked me up, and smacked my face a few times. I opened my eyes as they placed a small glass mirror in front of me. He tapped out 3 piles of white powder on the mirror, rolled up a $20 bill, and lowered my head to the powder. "Sniff these piles...Hey! Look at me! Sniff these piles one at a time!", he ordered. I sniffed over and over as he moved from one pile to the other. As the speed began to sink in, I started rubbing all over my.