We can’t have our brothers and sisters getting out of shape.” Pey left the table to go call her friends. That foursome was shaping up to be a forc... to reckon with.Nanette was already at the church waiting for us. The service was over and the church was dark but there were half a dozen other runners who were parked in front and were stretching.“The running club often comes out here Sunday afternoon for a run,” Nanette said. “Nothing formal. With the weather getting colder, we probably won’t be. She began to feed me through spoon. 2 or 3 spoons only lasted. Then, it is finished. I said, ‘it tastes good’ she smiled and went to kitchen to make arrangements for the lunch. This time I never expected her to feed. She came with a plate of rice and side dishes and began to feed me through hands and not by spoon. I was so excited inside and not shown off. I was acting like I was into watching the TV. I not only tasted the rise, but I licked her hands.After finishing eating, she brought a cone. Here in neat rows on appropriately shaped hooks along the wall hung thumbscrews, nipple clips, clamps, devices like long thigh-boots with screw driven compression jointing, corsets which also had automated tightening devices, and even a headpiece rather like a full-face motor-cycle helmet, but once more adjustable. In one corner there was a Judas Chair consisting of a narrow vertical cone of highly polished metal over which hung a skeletal seat complete with a restraining harness which could be. She leaned in close so that her lips brushed my ear… and her tits were oh so close to my lips. “Oh, Baby, this is going to be so much fun! I am going to fuck you both so many times you are going to be raw tomorrow and if you don’t satisfy me, I may grab a guy out of the hallway to fuck because that is how bad I want it right now!” She lightly took my ear in her teeth and moaned. “Do you understand? I want to fuck hard tonight!”She then leaned up and rubbed her soft tits in my face. She stopped.