“Problems?” “She tells me now she can’t meet me later because something has cropped up at work. That is the third time this week.” I use a...l of my tact and diplomacy to tell him she’s probably fucking someone else. “Don’t joke about it, Belle. I’m convinced she is.” Half an hour later we are in the far more comforting environment of the pub across the road from our office. We are sat in a comfortable corner booth, both nursing a rum and coke, putting the world to rights and generally. Finally the plug was lodged up inside of me and I was starting to relax, the screaming that was all contained inside me was settling down as I adjusted to the size and feel of the invading member until it provided an incredible feeling of fullness. More pictures were taken of my further humiliation as I still lay helpless on his table of torture now. I opened my eyes as I felt my body being lifted from the table and carried across the room to a device that looked like some form of stool or. With myface in the cushion, I let out a muffled yell, then a loud moan. Hethen slowly pushed his cock further inside me as I let out more loudgroans. The camera was clicking rapidly."It's ok, Sarah," said Gail, "It will fell better soon."I felt Tony's cock throbbing as he began slowly moving in and out. Ithurt at first, like Helen said it would, but I tried relaxing and in ashort period of time, it felt much better.I looked at Gail who was kneeling beside me and she smiled. I continuedmoaning. How could it not be? I was under 12 beautiful feet, all in heels or boots or some even barefoot. Looking up at each woman I could see the most revealing angles of their legs and thighs, even a few glimpses under their skirts and dresses. As they bent over to laugh at me or tease my tortured state, their tops revealed such beautiful cleavage and full breasts, flawless skin, amazing, creamy, and completely, forever, and without a doubt untouchable. I could never have any one of these women in.