"By the way, this is Gecko, this is Basilisk, this is Komodo, and I am Chameleon. We believe that your name is Tom Algren. Is that correct?" Yeah, I'm...Tom Algren, and you cannot imagine how happy I am to meet y'all. Beer and pizza would be great, but can I have four-cheese; I'm allergic to pepperoni."Genie, please conjure up the beer and pizza. We'll eat at the kitchen table. Babs, please contact your father to tell him that we have rescued Tom Algren, but that I would like to keep him under. Pushing the screen door open, she stepped onto the cool porch and looked around. The porch light illuminated the entire porch and front lawn. There wasn’t anyone around. ‘Hello?’ She called into the night, just making sure there weren’t any robbers or anything around. Folding her arms over her chest, she hugged them to her, cold. Looking down she sighed. She hoped none of her neighbors were still up and happened to be looking out their windows. They would see her dressed in her long night. “That really was something Anne and Jon,” Alain tells us in the afterglow as all three of us are in our combined sit down shower and steam room. “Glad you enjoyed it. I want to watch you blow my man, will you do that for me, can you get it up again?.” I smile as I ogle his still impressive cock after he has lost his erection.“And I would love to watch my man blow your ten-inches. What can I do to help? Would you like to tell us about some of your sexual encounters as a turn on?,” I ask as I am. She moved one leg to one side and locked it in. The same with my other ankle. I was spread on the cross bar. She stood up, eyes never leaving mine. She moved closer and leaned into me again.She ran her hands up my arms until they reached my wrists. She held them tightly. Her body was on mine, delicious. She bent her head down and kissed my neck, a small and utterly devastating peck. I held onto the chain of my wrist cuffs. She kissed me again. My mouth opened and I made a sound.“Yes,.