"It rummaged through a collection of items in a bowl on the table to the right of the cabinet and plucked out a small cross made out of bright red met...l. It pulled out a tray beneath the screen and dropped the cross inside.Jackson had just rematerialized back at the starting point, thankfully with his bones fully intact, when an object appeared in the air above him and bonked him on the top of his head.Huh?He looked down and picked up a metal gothic cross about a foot high. The metal was black. Anything for you if you can hold out the longest!"I didn't understand. What was a shit bit? I had no time to wonder as she now was being tied naked over the other end of the table, her bare feet secured to the table feet, so she was spread legged bending over it and facing me. Our faces were only inches apart.Then they started!The first guy was a tall thin perv of a guy who really lusted after her arse. He took delight in lubricating her bottom hole and pressing himself into it. His long thin. For Trent, Hannah’s athletic butt was very comforting, not only did he lick her anus but he also squeezed his arms tighter to feel the beautiful muscles on the ass.“Oh Trent, oh, Trent, Trent, Trent,” said Hannah, eyes closed as sweat dripped throughout her head.“Now you know my name,” said Trent, momentarily lifting his head while fingering Hannah whose head now rocked side to side.Using the last bit of her energy, Hannah lifted up her lower body and was on her knees, a green light for Trent. Isobelle excels herself, working her fingers into the warm flesh . Such consistent attention fuels her desire to thrust into herself. Unthinking she presses her thighs together and adds pressure. What would he want from her? Total and silent surrender? To bind her to his need? To nip her flesh? Cast her to the floor and take her blindly? Isobelle explodes in orgasm, feeling the tremours rack her slight frame. "Ezra."Isobelle coyly purses her lips, repeats his name. They lapse into a silence.