She sat next to me on the sofa, her legs gently opening and closing almost imperceptibly. "Nice cock" she mumbled as one huge black monster started f...cking a white pussy. I leaned across and kissed her, and she responded hungrily, kissing me passionately and deeply. My hand slipped down between her thighs and I stroked her clit and cunt through her tiny black thong. Her breathing became coarse and her hips trembled gently. I moved down onto the floor and knelt between her thighs, parting. “One of the things I did, besides making the call hard to trace, was that I scrambled your voice.”“I hadn’t even thought of that,” I said. “Good work!”“So what are you going to do?” Jawarski asked.“I guess Mom and I are just going to talk to him. It’s probably best if you and everyone else made yourselves scarce.”“I’m not sure that’s a great idea,” Jawarski said.“Do you really think he’s a danger to us? If he were here for some kind of hit, we would have had to randomly call a reporter who just. A little strap was attached to it that was closed behind my neck so I couldn’t spit out the ball.There I was standing, helpless, unable to see, to speak and to close my legs, the toy of seven women. The but plug was so deep inside me that it was pressing against my blather and the need to pee increased by it. I didn’t dare to ask if I could go to the toilet afraid of what my friend would do with this knowledge. And I thought the strap around my cock was too tight to let the pee out. So I hoped. I figured that I’d look like a psychotic killer or something. I rode my motorcycle to the fraternity house and arrived soon after the time the party had started. It was not a huge Halloween party, just my fraternity and our girlfriends and of course our usual “little sisters” and following of groupie chicks. My friends Chip and Nikki were going as Bonnie and Clyde, the famous 1920s bank robbing duo, while Katie, Kelly and Mary Beth had arrived at the party dressed as “Cats” from the famous.