She joined me on the bed, pulling and pushing me to its centre. Her body slammed against me. Her backside was across my chest, her feet crossed over m... blindfolded face. She leant down and tied my legs together with another length of rope. She pulled the skirt of my habit up and her hands entered the waistband of my boxers before shoving them down to my knees. The colder air demonstrated that I was exposed from the waist down. She reversed her position. There was another metallic noise and my. A St. Andrews cross stood in one corner. A bench with various tools sat next to the table. Susan was led into the room by a chain linked to a collar around her neck. She climbed onto the table and the chain was tied to one of the anchor points. He was a big guy, about 6'2" and very muscular. He wore jeans and a black tshirt, showing off his impressive arms. His face was covered by what looked to be a hockey goalie mask, cut off below the nose and painted black. His face looked unshaven. He went. It gave her a feeling of security inside her little world. Tom wasn’t going to take too long to cum, for Sally. He didn’t want her jaw to get tired and take a chance of her not liking to suck his cock. He loved how she had volunteered to suck him off so soon. He had figured it would take her at least a couple of weeks before he could get her to agree to even suck him. Now here she is on our first night of our honeymoon sucking his cock and wanting him to cum in her mouth. I wonder how long. "Mmm, you can do better than that." Greg muttered. I went down to the base of his cock and did a long slurp up his shaft, then repeated the mouth. "Fuck, you ain't much of a cock, but you can sure clean." Greg laughed.I took placed Greg's cock between my tits. "Hey, I thought you liked the way I cooked?" Greg chuckled and smacked his hard cock on my tits. He started to titty fuck me as I held out my tongue, his long cock reaching my mouth as he worked his cock between my tits. "Mmm, let me.