“Speak up!” Destry snapped. “I went out last night and got drunk, and then I went home with the first man that asked me,” she replied. “An...?” Madame inquired. Delaney fidgeted in her seat. She loved Madame Destry; loved her a lot. For some insane reason, she set her mind on breaking all the rules last night by going out to that seedy bar downtown, but damn, did his cock feel good. “I drank enough to make me feel slutty, and there was this guy at the bar-he kept buying me drinks,” Delaney. She sat up and leaned over to lick the last drops of cum off the tip of his penis. When she finished she said ‘God, Jannika, I love being around “hubby” he is sure full of surprises!’‘Oh Jannika, what a wonderful memory that is,’ Anna said as we lay next to each other on the lounge chairs by the pool. ‘I can still remember the tangy salt taste of his spurt in my mouth. Mmm...it was so nice’ As we lay there regaling each other with the recollection of that summer day, we were both petting. "It's ok to stroke it. Please stroke it for me. Doesn't it feel good to be able to keep Michael hard? All you have to do is move your hand a little, up and down, up, and down."I stroked Michael's cock, watching my hand go up over his head, towing his foreskin, stretching it until the skin appeared glossy and smooth. Tightening my grip, my hand picked up speed. Michael pushed his body up towards me and I yanked up and down faster. When he pulled a way I slowed down, and then gradually worked him. He adjusted the position of the table, tilting it so that I ended up only slightly up bent over, but nearly suspended and supporting my own weight. I was almost tiptoeing and felt unsteady. He bent down and put something around my ankles. I shuddered. It was cold and I understood that we had left behind the warm and flexible rope I liked, that he was using ankle cuffs attached to a metal rod to hold my legs wide apart. I couldn’t close my legs. "Right," Marc began. "You earned three points.