Can I have a drink?'Rayanne was peeling back her silk panties, looking at her reddened bottom in a mirror. 'Help yourself.' She gestured towards a cab...net against the far wall. Inside, between a tangle of leather belts, floggers and paddles, and the occasional cane, nestled a few bottles. I chose something suitable, found a glass and sank into cream leather. I watched as Rayanne lowered herself, wincing as her punished backside made contact. She wriggled her hips, settled back. 'Let me see that. “That’s a good move, I should have tried that earlier,” Julie said, looking at Cynthia. Cynthia looked at the floor, blushing madly, “You can hear me?” Cynthia asked, not looking up. “Hun, you sound like the Fourth of July every night,” Julie said, laughing out loud. Cynthia blushed deeper, but then started giggling. “Well, I guess fireworks is a good description,” Cynthia said, smiling to the other three. They all laughed at her comment. But soon, the laughing died out, and everything was. My captor then withdrew his cock and the man that had been licking my pussy and finger fucking my asshole moved away and came to my side. He slid his cock into my mouth and I realized at that moment in time how much I loved to suck cock. I sucked that stranger's cock like there was no tomorrow and I was loving every minute of it. Then he let out a loud groan and I felt his hot cum flowing into my mouth and I swallowed every bit of it up. I loved the taste of cum. The man moved away and. Tempting fate. Still, she couldn't bring herself to regret the situation. The bar was crowded and noisy. Warm bodies pressed together in an atmosphere of shared jocularity where personal space became nonexistent. She sat alone at one of the bar stools. People behind her vied for the attention of the busy bartenders, squeezing in between seated patrons to shake bills and yell orders. The music was a loud, thrumming rhythm that competed with the hundreds of conversations pitching loudly enough to.