“What’s in Area 51?” I asked. I was, after all, cleared to know this stuff now. At least in San Finzione. “I’ll go live in San Finzione to k...ow this!”Helen leaned in closer.“Nothing. It’s a diversion. The good stuff’s all hidden around Areas 1-50. But nobody even asks about them, because they’re all too busy staring at 51 and waiting for the next laser show.”I smiled. She gave me one of those “Am I joking? Best answer you’re getting, anyway.” looks. I accepted it.“All right, then. Well, when’s. "I struggled with my uncomfortable bindings but only succeeded incausing more gas to erupt from my ass. I knew now why Marla had flushedme out with an enema this morning, she had my colon empty and somethingin that plug had shot a gas producing substance up me. I was crampingbadly from the pressure but could not get a really complete expulsionof gas. Every time I farted, Dianne gagged a and retched like shewanted to throw up. To add to everything the gaff cupping my manhoodbegan to vibrate and. The pliers were in a drawer of the cabinet at the far end of the room and I returned with pliers, rags and an old red biscuit tin.She struggled and swore but it was easy to drag her with the leash and I passed the leash between the table legs and up through the table top and dragged her head through.The extra pieces fitted neatly around her neck and I screwed them in place."So very clever, I suppose you torture me for information, well I know nothing." she stated rather too condescendingly for. There were many other “Dares” that night that involved fucking the three girls and watching them eat our cum out of one another. We got to fuck them with huge carrots, cucumbers, and even ears of corn. They sucked our cocks, we did sixty-nine with the girls, and we stuck our cocks in all nine of their holes. I personally put my cock in all three of their assholes and fed it each time into my wife’s mouth. I did the same to the other two women making them taste all of their assholes. I found it.