The cabin was sweet, winterized, modern kitchen, the master bedroom, second floor loft, had its own bath, view of the setting sun. Had my own dungeon... in the cellar, built as a wine cellar, now a pain cellar, the doorway concealed behind floor to ceiling shelves. It was well stocked, lots of equipment, loved to surprise my victims, give them my best. I mean I didn’t fuck around, had everything a well run torture chamber required, mirrors on all the walls, love to watch myself work a piece of. The cold sensation of the ice and the feeling of a boy lusting over my naked body made me shudder with ecstasy. I was soon masturbating sitting on top of the kitchen platform and licking my tits. I crushed some butter cubes on my boobs making them glisten more in the little sneaky fridge light. I was now fully aroused and not giving a second thought, I switched on the hidden light of the living room. I wanted Raman to come down and grab me in his arms. I rested on sofa. I could see Raman giving. Then she started to say "I mean, I'm game if you are," but was cut short by a hand on the back of her head sliding her mouth over a hard, silky dick. She instantly dropped the last shred of feigned reluctance she had created for her husband, taking this as his final say in the matter, and the handcuffs rattled as her hands darted to hold the cock in her mouth and caress its balls like she had been trained. The hands on her ass ran down her bare legs to hold her ankles and thrust his hips. I was ready to select my prey, and then pounce too. This time I took too long, and consumed almost too much alcohol. I was still ready, and as I was making my way towards a lady, another one stopped me. I turned right around, and looked at her. It was a dark hair lady I thought about, she leaned forward, and kissed me. "I saw you looking my way," the woman said with some deep sick sounding voice. I was unsure if I was still interested in pursuing this woman, but I took her bait. "And if I was?".