Their commotion woke the other two up and they all began to circle around Marty, some were rubbing their growing cocks through their underwear, others...had their dicks in their hand looking for a place to put it. I had to tell them to back off, let him get used to the idea. Marty, on his knees was looking kinda scared not knowing what to expect. I got in the middle with Marty and began massaging a dick in each hand, Marty did the same. I then started to lick the head of them, Marty stopped. "Michael, you don't need to worry, you really don't. It's still just sex. You're the only man I'll ever love and you'll still always be my favorite lover." Mel placed her hand on my thigh. I looked at her. She smiled and said, "Michael, the fact that Jeanne's concerned about your feelings is proof that she loves you." "I do Michael, I really do. I'll always love you." I said, "Don't worry Jeanne, I know that. Tell us about the man you met tonight." "Okay, his name was Jerry Clay" Jeanne's voice. Hard enough to bring a moan to her lips.He turns to Alex, leaving her hanging there, on tip toe, trying to balance, with bound wrists. She finds herself swaying."These walls are cork-lined, yes?" Of course they are. This is the room best suited to whipping, because I dont care for silence. I love nothing more than seeing a marked up, screaming, sweaty bitch under my hand." Perfect! Gentlemen, I will now ask that you leave me to her."The three men walked out the door, through the hallway.Alex. Marshall mashes his head against the altar, pushing his straining lips as far down as they will go. He sucks on it hard, trying to draw more length in. It slips down his throat, making him gag and gurgle on it. He gags so loudly that it sounds like he is being strangled. And just when he thinks that this is going to be the same as it was been the last few days, he is severely wrong.Suddenly a pair of hands comes out of the altar to grabs his head, forcing it harder into the wall. He can feel.