Make me your sex slave, I told you,” Mary tells me as we wait for Michael. “Does he really have a ten-inch erection?”Before I can answer Michael...arrives right on time. With great aplomb, and without saying a word Mary flashes open her shirt and lets it drop to the floor, then turns her back and struts around the room to show Michael her glorious big ass framed by her g-string. An instant turn on for two men, both with an ass fetish.“Wow,” is all Michael can mutter as he throws his shirt off,. I am staring into your pretty face and eyes when you slowly begin to jack me. My right hand still covered in your juices, swipes at the pisshole leaking precum smearing both of our spend across the head of my cock before I begin licking them off my hand.You smile and when your stroking hand reaches my base your lips part and slide down my shaft...tongue swirling as you go. The warmth and wetness causes me to gasp, throwing my head back into the seat. You can taste yourself on me, our flavors. But there is no other reason why I would be hard." he thought. He exited the shower, dried off and changed the sheets on his bed and laid down. The details of last night began to haunt him again. Tears running down his cheeks, snot running down his nose, his throat making noises it shouldn't be making. "Deep throating?", he thought. Hands rubbed his head as if to indicate that he could ease up on what he was doing, the person he was sucking off approved of his skills but didn't indicate for him. It was pretty easy with my hands in front of me, but I worried aboutmy dexterity when my arms were behind me. I locked my left wrist tight,moved my arms behind my back and for my right wrist I just snapped thefirst clasp. I knew if I needed to I could get my wrist out still withoutthe key, although my brain registered that I was finally restrained. I hadmy cell phone with Trish on speed dial where I could reach it just in case.Learning to unlock the cuff took a little practice, but soon I had.