"Yes, yes, yes my slut."He was gripping her tightly around the hips now and it was obvious that he spurting deep inside her. He had finished but he se...med reluctant to pull out."Come on mate, get out of the way," said one."Yeah, sorry," he said and pulled out and moved away.A new guy moved between her legs and he too pumped away; he only lasted a few minutes when he became still."My go," said the last guy.They were all finished now and doing up their clothes."What now?" one asked."Lets take her. Robert firsthanded him a similar pair of panties that were a soft cream color thatwent up his small legs and held his package close to his body.A pair of white socks was pulled up his feet that felt different thanhis cotton socks that he would wear. The socks felt finer and aslightly silkier to the touch as they were pulled up his shins. Hethen put on a white dress shirt made of a soft silky material that wasthen buttoned up to his neck. The material was soft to the touch andreally fine as. He does that by making me sit in what he calls the 'rocking' chair because when I sit in it (or should that be ON it!?), he gets his rocks right off when he lets me up.To know how intense the experience is, you've gotta know what the chair's like. While it's an ordinary armchair to all appearances, THIS chair has a ingenious and near evil restraining system. Gus puts leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles, and a leather belt with seat belt clips around my waist. He blindfolds me with a leather. Very graphic. Listening made me wet, Laura too. Deke just sat sipping whisky and listening. Then of course Mirella credited me with the whole thing and suddenly three sets of eyes were upon me... That’s why I know I was drunk, because I started speaking without thinking. I started right back at chapter one and told them everything. Having confided to Laura when we first met, it wasn’t news to her exactly, but at the time I had told her the facts, what I have not done was graphically explain the.