His shoes were black leather pointed loafers. The watch around his wrist looked pricey. She wondered why the man was driving an old jalopy. He didn’... look like someone who put his back into his living. Felicia waited while he went into the office to secure a room. She had promised him one hour: condom or nothing, including for oral, nothing kinky, no costumes, no role-playing, no pictures, no anal, and no mouth-to-mouth kissing. The man had meekly accepted all of her conditions, and only nodded. "Please my Prince, do as he says," Lana begged. I ordered him to strip and then sit in the chair. He complied and soon was standing in his boxer shorts. The fact that his cock was straining against the material told me that he was into it. When he sat down I moved Lana to the drapes and had her remove the heavy cords. I placed one across his chest and the chair back and the other across his thighs.I made sure they were tight before I moved away and stood in front of him still hold Lana. "Your. It was taking Rick a long time to get off. He paused to drink a beer part way through, and then began stroking himself again."Jeez ... these girls are hot."I nodded in agreement. They were. I was so fucking horny that it hurt.He paused in stroking himself. I was watching him intently, now, waiting for his impending cum. Then he did something that caught me off-guard.Rick looked over in my direction. He grasped his cock at the base, between his thumb and his pointer finger, and just sort of. She struggled hard as he pinned her wrists to the ground above her head with his one hand and used his knees to trap her legs. His member was already throbbing in his jeans but he needed to concentrate now. Her eyes were wide and frantic as she searched for a way to get him off of her. But there was no way she could see. He ripped a large piece of duct tape off and slapped it on those perfect lips. Now she could only make muffled noises, and he smiled. He looked down at the top of her cleavage.