I was wrong. It made me feel very turned on being so vulnerable. He reached down and tied up my hands. I didn't fight because I knew I would lose. He...used a knife and cut my jacket off of me. The bottoms I was wearing, were like swimsuit bottoms. They showed off most of my ass and were black. I wore them with my corset. It was practically lingerie. Quickly, each man began to strip. I looked them all up and down. Their bodies were hot. The first guy, was a tall black guy and had amazing abs.. After a moment of deliberation, Shay decided to keep the woman'sunderwear on and instead turned to the small stack of removed clothes.First he put on the garter belt and slowly rolled up each stocking,reveling in the feeling of it. He clipped the tops to the garter andthen proceeded to pull on and lace up the boots. Then he put on theblack dress on the bare skin he was wearing - no need for underwear, infact it might be an advantage. He tied the apron and threw on the cloak,now looking exactly. I had been licking and kissing her pussy for a good half hour by now. The sweet smell of her pussy filled my nose and the chair glistened with wetness from her juices. Suddenly, the door bell rang. She gave me a very hard look and said, "Don't you go anywhere. I am definitely not finished."Her high-heel shoes clicked against the floor as she made her way to the door. I could hear voices and laughter as several foot steps made their way back to the dining table. My wife called her by name. It. “How long will this last? And what happens when they’re done?”“They will go two, perhaps three, more times. She will leave, back to her own lair. Dragons do not pair-bond. She’ll probably lay fifteen to twenty eggs but it is unusual for more than one, rarely two, to survive the nest.”“What happens to them?”“Nestling dragons are ruled by instinct. They kill and eat each other.”“Sad. You’d think the mother would stop that. I can’t imagine letting my kids kill each other,” Mom commented.“Dragons.