'You been drinking sand and cement', I groaned as I rubbed his cock against my dry anal entrance. 'Here, use this', he grunted as he nuzzled my neck, ...nd Took a tube of cream of sorts, and filled my index finger with a load, reached behind my back and inserted it up my anus, feeling his erection move against my hand.'I'm ready' I said, as his movements had worked his cock in between my soft cheeks, 'Let me lube your cock', I continued as I took another squeeze in my palm, reached behind and. I put a larger dildo in your still wet pussy complete with leads aswell. A leather strap goes between your legs securing the two invaders. I then clamp your legs together at the ankles,knees and thighs with thick leather belts. I help you to your feet and secure your wrists to the waist belt and then one last belt just above your elbows. After laying you down on the matress I collect the rubber body bag and watch as your breathing deepens, both from fear and desire. It takes a few minutes as. The Sergeant, slogging through the deep snow on his snowshoes, struggled back toward the ski lodge/Security building.In the kitchen, Diana's head snapped up and she pushed her sister-wives away. "He's alive," she said, needlessly. They had all felt their husband as he moved from the cliff to the back of the Retreat, and any movement that happened that quickly had to be due to the Ship. Diana was on her feet and out the door of the kitchen, sprinting toward the inside garage and the back door.. They parked her SUV in a lot off a quiet road, and headed off on their bikes. As they rode the winding trails they were checking each other out most of the time. Naomi's pert body was accentuated beautifully by her synthetic cycling outfit, and Julian fought off physical arousal as he churned uphill.After two hours of cycling, they stopped in a remote clearing with a bench under some giant redwoods. Julian was hot, so he unzipped his cycling jersey and pulled it off. For the first time, Naomi.