. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I opened the front door, and stuck my head out, looking across the street, to see if the neighbo...s front curtain was open. Fortunately, it was not. I grabbed my duffel of spare clothing and makeup, and made a mad dash for Betty's’ side gate. Well, “mad dash” hardly describes it. I am fairly well practiced in wearing heels, but that has always been in the house, on a hard floor, or a thin carpet. Walking, or trying to run, I should say, on. A few minutes later I realised he must have left the room and thesoothing hands of a woman were gently upon me removing my binding and Islumped down on my belly on the massage table. She then used somearomatic massage oil and proceeded to ease my now aching muscles.Having massaged my back for some time I followed her instructions androlled over submitting as she gently secured my hands on either side ofthe table. Again her hands firmly but therapeutically massaged my legsand thighs before. Lorraine was thrashing her head from side to side, it looked like she was coming again, she didn’t say anything but moaned quite a bit. Curtis thrust up and held it as Lorraine fell forward on top of him. I could see the base of his cock pulsing and his balls draw up tight. Maggi gently stroked his balls while he was filling his wife with cum. Some cum ran down on Maggi’s hand and she put it into her moth then went back to stroking his balls.Natalie was stroking my cock as she said, “Get ready. The pirates surrounding the two combatants hollered and crowed at their compatriot’s prowess, and he sauntered about like he couldn’t be beaten. The pirates in the ring then selected another guard, a young man this time, and pushed him forward. He stared back at his friends, before he turned to face the knife wielding pirate.“You wanna live, pretty boy? Fight me!” the pirate taunted him. The boy stood there, staring at the body of his friend, before his eyes darted to the knives that lay by his.