She said she thought there were several guys we hung out with who she had an idea wanted to fuck her. Then surprised him when she told him they had no...idea she'd fuck their brains out if given the chance. And said she was a borderline nymphomaniac but no one knew it. She said she loved me but she just craved having other guys fuck her. He was turned on as crap and by now they were on the thick carpet her legs over his shoulders. Pounding her tight pussy.I was surprised when he said there were. He was large, well built and seems to know exactly what he was doing. Meghan was pulled toward the swing set, the gun now pushed into her side. The man was carrying a bag."Put your hands together in front of you," he ordered when they arrived at the swings. She could see him rummaging around in the bag and he pulled out a large coil of heavy white rope. Meghan's eyes lit up in terror, as she knew that soon she would be bound, unable to escape or to resist. Her hands were quickly tied together. A production assistant attached a thick metal lead to my heavy collar and tugged harshly, making me feel like I was some sort of an animal or pet. This feeling wasn’t far from the truth however, for to be a cherished sex pet would actually be one of the better outcomes I could hope for. The production assistant was unrelenting in his pace off stage and I struggled to keep up on my sky high platform heels, shuffling in small rapid strides while laboring to maintain my balance despite my numb. Of course, our cocks had to get involved in the action. As I wriggled on top of Rob, they jostled together and became excited. Soon, both dicks were stiff, engorged and eager to deliver. Rob and I were both gasping rapidly as our arousals reached their peak, and then we exhaled loudly as our now throbbing cocks climaxed together and coated each other in masses and masses of cum. So much for a day of rest. It took us some time to recover from this event, but it was a most satisfying.