When it was over, the five men and two women drifted away leaving me alone with Alan, Peter and the two women I had flashed to (Jane and Helen). « I ...on’t think he’s had enough punishment yet » Helen said, she whispered to Jane who laughed. They told the two guys to drag me to my feet, each one held an arm firmly and put a foot against each ankle to fix my legs open wide. Then each woman in turn kicked me hard in the balls. I screamed and struggled, the men held me firmly, I begged them to. I think both she and I were surprised at how quickly I had managed to tie up her hands and attach them to the headboard. I had no experience with such activities. With her hands above her head, she didn’t have much room to manoeuver. She looked at me defiantly, kicking her legs about, but to no avail. “You’re a dirty bastard,” She cursed at me. “I will never be your fuck doll!” I felt possessed at her enthusiasm for the role-play, if it was role-play. I wasn’t sure, but whatever it was, I was. She took a drink from her beer bottle then said,“Did you get all that?”“Yep, your exhibitionist coming out party is going to have a lot to watch.”“You’re really going to have that party Jake?”“I am, and you are going to love every second of it Layla.”Layla went over to the bar and put her name down for the wet T-shirt competition then we watched other people on the bull until it became time for Layla to go and get ready for the wet T-shirt competition. We’d talked about it and Layla didn’t. He grunted as he felt his glans impact the back of her throat. She resumed her bobbing again, sucking and slurping obscenely as she drove his member deep inside her warm mouth, her drool pooling around him and leaking down his shaft in blobs.He was beside himself, unable to focus as he felt her lips scrape his cock, her rough tongue scouring his glans and lapping at the juice that leaked eagerly from the tip. He felt the slimy muscles in her throat struggling to accommodate his girth, kneading.