She blinked rapidly and stammered a bit, thrown off by the question. “I, uh…almost all of the time, I guess.” She replied.He stopped for a few s...conds and looked at me then back at her. “Almost all of the time? That’s fairly unusual. Are they vaginal *******, or just clitoral?”“Uh, I’m not sure, I guess.” She answered.I decided it was time for me to join the scene. “Uh, doc…we use a vibrator a lot.” I offered.“Oh, I see.” He said, “Then they are probably clitoral. Trust me my dear, you would. She is in the same restraints, and lack of clothing, as me. Her breasts aren’t large enough to wrap bands around their base, as was done with mine, but Palonae carries a crisscross of rope that still exaggerates their shape. She moans again. Like me, she cannot speak.Our current home is disgusting, but apart from the issue that I can’t rest or lie down, being left in this pool would seem like the mildest treatment I’ve received since I was captured, if it wasn’t for the gags we both wear.A band. It wasn’t romantic, and it wasn’t polite, and he certainly never asked me, it was a powerful, hungry kiss. He still had coffee on his breath. ‘I don’t know why I came over, I should have just let you sit here, waiting.’ ‘I know why you showed up. You showed up because the last time was awesome, and you’ve been getting horny thinking about round two. Well, so have I.’ ‘So, that’s it, just ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’ sex? Between us we’ve got a dick and a pussy, so we might as well use them?’. After a bit of time, John said, "I really would like to suck your cock, would that really freak you out?" "No, I am horny as hell." I slid down the couch, and he got between my legs. When his hand touched my cock, it jerked, and it felt as if he had touched every nerve in my body. First, he touched and played with the pre-cum and there was a lot from watching the movies ,all the sex talk, and seeing him nude. Then he put the head of my cock into his mouth, and took all of my cock in sliding.