“Phil why don’t you lay down, I’ll put her on top of you.” The voice behind me calls out, and the man in front of me pulls his cock and balls ...ut of my mouth. Lays down flat and four sets of hands grab me and lay me on top of him. I feel like a mannequin as these two men maneuver me so that I am perfect on top of Phil. Phil shoves his cock into my hungry pussy. The room goes. Of course, a simple hug was not enough for him, and she felt his teeth sink into her shoulder and his fingernails dig into her ass."Mmmmm," she moaned."Grab your bag and come on in," he said.She followed him into the room and he introduced her to his slave who welcomed her, hugging her tightly, and telling her, "You're in for an interesting weekend."The room had one king size bed, and on the floor at the foot of the bed was an oversized doggy bed. She knew the arrangements; she was to sleep in. He was very friendly and helpfull however the entire time while I was speaking with him he didn't look at me yet was looking my wife up and down.I should explain my wife is a British born indian lady, 5ft4 tall, long black hair. She is a size 10/12 34 DD and always dresses to impress. That evening she was dressed in a short black dress, tights and killer heels. Chris looked like he wanted to fuck here on his desk.However I finished my questions and asked him to book us theatre tickets for. He ushered me into the lounge and flicked the DVD player on – the film showed a man chained to a post with duct tape over his mouth. I stood there frozen to the spot with nerves but he smiled, dropped the remote on the chair and walked up to me asking me what I wanted. Before I had chance to answer, he put his hands between my legs and groped me before dropping to his knees , unbuckling my belt and dragging my jeans and boxers down. So much for him not giving me oral I thought as he took my.