I want you to lick my balls", was her command and I obeyed. She opened her legs enough for me to slide between them and suckle and lick at her large, ...oft balls. Her musky scent was ambrosia to my senses, and her taste was intoxicating. She cooed and moaned at the attentions as she applied more and more spit to her throbbing erection. "Good boy. Now stand up and pull down your pants." I did as I was told. Finally my own hard on was able to breathe. She looked it over, seemingly uninterested.. But this was even weirder than usual, and that was saying something. She’d gotten a voice mail from Ginger around 11:30 that morning, and … something didn’t add up. ‘Sammi, you know that restaurant we’re going to tomorrow night? Well, I just talked to a friend who’s been there, and she said it was a bit more upscale than I’d thought. I still want to go there, but… you should probably dress up a bit and look your best. I don’t want to be the only beautiful woman there! See you tomorrow, Sammi —. "We have some very attractive under garments that should make you look sexy ... for your man."The sales girl looked over at Thomas who was standing quietly propped against the wall. He simply waved his hand to indicate his approval and smiled to show he wanted the girl to continue. "Thomas tells me you have been together for a year now ... and he wants to buy you some new things," she said. "He wants his girl to look pretty ... look sexy."Betsy felt trapped at the time. She wasn't sure, but it. Juan was 28 years young. He was a tall man, dark skinned and had blue eyes. As we all began to strip, he took out a rope and tied my arms and wrists to the bed posts. Likewise, my ankles were tied to the bottom of the bed, making me completely helpless. Over the next 3 hours, one by one, and then all in a group, I was ****d, fucked, whatever you want to call it. I had cocks in me, fingers, tongues and my nipples were stretched to the limit. All the time, being forced to drink rum after rum.