Fuck him."Olan tried to speak again, coughing weakly, gasping for breath. Opening the bottle of water, she brought it to his lips, holding his head wh...le he drank."I'm sorry, Olan," she murmured. "Don't talk anymore. Just rest. In a little bit we'll have some soup ready for you."The man nodded feebly, his eyes fluttering closed as she settled his head on the blanket once again. Looking at the pallor of the man's skin, she wondered if he would survive. His eyes looked sunken with dark shadows. This also was locked on. Then he walked me along, my legs shackled caused me to shuffle along until he stooped me and turned me around. A chain was connected to my collar and he hoisted me up by it so I was almost on tip toe. I groaned and he patted my bottom. My breathing was loud, amplified by the pipe on my drinking hood. The chains on my ankles were then connected to my wrists and I struggled as the length was restrictive.It pulled me backwards to allow me some comfort. The tube was removed. Standing for a few seconds, Claire turned her head and looked down at Katie, motioning with her eyes for her to go to Paul. She took a deep breath and turned her attention to Jack and Rod. Claire looked at the two men sat on the sofa in front of her and remembered how she’d fucked the window cleaner on there that morning. She was so tingly and turned on from the sex she’d had with Katie but thoughts of her mornings escapades made her pussy contract hard. Before she had chance to control. I was floored, it was me who turned him on, and as he explained to me that he was into guys, I noticed the towel he put over his middle start to tent. I started getting a little hard too and it did show in my trunks. I told him I had a gay experience when I was 16 with a friend and he wanted details. By the time I finished the story we both had major boners. I said hell why don't we jack off together then no one has to be shy about what happened. He thought it was a great idea so off came my.