The hundred and twenty she had gotten the previous night for nothing much more than hanging on my arm for four hours while sipping cocktails would see...to it. Sure enough, the next morning Sarah came into my office and asked me what she should wear to Friday's party.Friday's dress was a shimmering backless red thing that came down to mid thigh and she had accessorized it with a choker of the same material, a red clutch and red high heels. She was absolutely stunning and every eye in the place. I lay curled in the center of the floor, a chill running through me from the cold floor. I jumped when I heard the footsteps outside the door. There was some clanging of metal and the door slowly opened. I feared who was going to come through the door. My rescuers were no longer coming to save me. I was alone, not sure where Ashley had been taken. I sat up in terror as he came through the door, my bound arms behind me supporting my body. My a*****or came through the door. I wasn’t really sure. Momma wants your locked in this time” She waggled the dong as if to stress her point. Cara had a set of very convienient wrist cuffs on the head of her bed which also made for excellent ankle cuffs. With Cara’s help I was soon strapped in, arse bared with my rock hard cock aimed at my face and chest.Cara then put on a pair of black medical gloves and began slowly and gentlly slathering my arsehole in lube, rubbing a big cold blob of it unto my hole before easing a finger and then another inside. She came up into my arms and we fell over on the couch, our lips still locked. We just lay there for a while, kissing and rubbing each others bodies. She pulled away and stood up, offering me a hand. I let her help me off the couch and we proceeded back to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom again she pushed me towards the bed, closed the door and slid her thong off. I reached for my shorts, but she motioned with her hand for me to stop and slide backwards toward the head of the bed. Once I was.