So the meet was over, I changed, showered, dried, nightie on and slept.Woken early by a knock on the door – and a giggle – going slowly to the doo... and looking out – nobody in sight – had that person or persons actually seen me stood in the corridor the previous evening? I guess I’ll never know – I showered dressed for the return home and I was back in the real world of every day working/family life and Samantha would have to wait for another day to come out to play once again.I was called a. This was a gay fantasy but a nightmare for a straight guy like me. They tried to pull my shorts down but they were trapped by all the straps of the straight jacket so they proceeded to rub my cock through my shorts. Within minutes I was trashing at the straps holding me down and about to shoot my second load of the day. I held my eyes closed and shot another massive load into my shorts but as I knew it would my cock stayed rock hard. All 7 had their turn on my cock and some had more than one. I. I kept having the most awful thoughts about them while we were there. We went to one of the clothing stores, and Kris was taking a lot of time trying on several outfits…both Jenni and I were starting to get irritated frustrated. I made a comment to Jenni about going in there and helping her…I mean, did she get lost or something?! Just that comment got my mind going…I couldn’t help it! I started thinking about Kris in the changing room, naked except for the sensible white cotton panties and bra. I walked up close to her held her hands looked into her beautiful eyes and said I want to make love to you. She drove one of her hands into my hair and pulled my lips to her own. We were locked in a wild kiss and I held her tight in my arms crushing her tits against my chest. She pushed me back a bit and ripped my shirt off my body. She took a lust full look at my muscular torso and again embraced my tight with her boobs now crushing against my naked chest. She bit me hard on my shoulder, slid.