I just have to fuck you likethe slut that you are. Do you want to be a super slut?." Yes Cleo, make me a super slut, make me a whore." OK I hoped you ...ant to be a super slut."Then Ramona and Lucie grabbed a pair of stockings each and tied my lefthand to my left ankle and right hand to right ankle with one leg of thestockings, then pulled the other leg of the stockings to the corners of a3 seater lounge suite forcing my legs wider apart before they tied themto the corners.I was now tied up in a. I stood watching and stroking myself, the guy looked at me and smiled and gestured with his head for me to get closer. nervously i did and approached his side for a better view of the action, he took my cock in one hand and placed his other hand on my ass, i felt shock waves run right through my entire body, he then took me in his mouth and stoked my ass all over up n down.His girlfriend looked up at me smiled and said "good my arms aching"i new she was hinting at me replacing her hand on his. “Wow, Betty you have grown taller and even prettier than I remember” I told her as I checked her out. Betty was about five feet six inches tall and had gorgeous red hair. It was long and hung down almost to her waist. It was smooth, shiny and red as red could be. She had a very pretty face with high cheekbones and beautiful green eyes. Her lips were painted red like her hair and made you want to reach out and kiss them.Her t-shirt was clinging to her chest and her nipples were trying to poke. He was as much at ease on the stand as he was behind his desk."If the prosecution deems it necessary, I will prove Dr.Freund's credentials," I offered. Mr.Hammonds politely declined, saying a mere unconditional stipulation would be enough. Hammonds knew when to knife the butter, but he also knew the difference between butter and rubber. To challenge Dr.Freund's expertise would be the equivalent of 'harakiri' - suicide. The stipulation was duly recorded."Dr.Freund, what is your occupation?" I am.