Both of the women approached me with video cameras and circled myhelpless form, recording every inch of my suffering. For about ten orfifteen minutes ...hey took it in turns with the crop, making sure thecameras picked up every muted sound and every twitch and spasm that myseverely bound form could muster for their online audience. So this wasthe live session they were talking about, me being tormented. Well, theywere certainly giving value for money, I was in agony. They went back to their. "If you sit in my lap with your back to me then, everything lines up andI can reach around and play with you at the same time," Nicolaiexplained.In moments Jeri had Nicolai exposed and was crouching over his stiffenedmember. With one hand she held herself open while guiding him into herwith the other. Slowly she sat down on him, easing him into her warmmoist depths. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips as she seated herselffirmly at his root.Nicolai had never had a woman so easily open his pants. '"He was dreadfully old." She laughed, and then continued. "I was seventeen and had just graduated from high school. My scholarship was in place, and I was headed off to undergraduate school in two months, when Orton Wilson stopped me on the street and introduced himself."He was about forty-five, athletic, sure of himself, and sexy as the day is long. I fell into his eyes while he asked me for directions to the post office. It took me so long to respond, he must have thought I was brain. “Pink?”“I am a fag, you know. Besides, pink looks good on you.”“What colors did you get in the trunks?”“Same colors, and two blacks. I like black on you. But, I only got pink in the thong.”“It sounds like I’ll have enough to live in one or the other when I’m at your house,” I said.“That’s the plan.”“Well, thank you - I think,” I said. “For now, just enjoy your whiskey. After that, I’ll bathe you so we can spend some time together with our new friend.”Blaise’s eyebrows shot up as I knelt before.