..... the hard shaft feels good on my rough tongue. Oh NO !Am I liking this? Sorta, kinda feeling I might............. Then my lipswrap a tight seal... and you start fucking my mouth and my head wants tostart bobing up and down. My tongue is sliding up and down your shaft.Wow - I think this is actually fun, as I am sort of in control as yourmoaning endlessly. I tell you to get off of me and you will like itbetter on the leaning post. You go there and lean back with a stiff 7inches pointed at. It wasn’t madness for two– folie à deux– but rather pain and pleasure for two.The completed unit looked somewhat like an oversized telephone booth... or upright tanning booth for those people who have never seen a real phone booth. It was primarily made out of aluminum tubing with a large solid area on the top and on the bottom. A plexiglass panel split the booth from corner to corner and there were large, open doorways on opposite corners. From the padding and straps, it was obvious– at least. "Let's hope that we can finish this up quickly, so we don't need to do that," Pat's Father said before we began the spell and its glyph to return us to our Reality for the needed equipment.We materialized in the main tractor shed. The office there was where the radios, their spare batteries, and the chargers were kept. To our surprise, we found Thomas Stuart's Son Roger there. All of the radios were charging as well as their spare batteries."Hi Rog! What are you doing here?" Pat asked in. When I got to his door I could see that the inside door was open. As I was ready to ring the doorbell I saw him walk by the door and he was naked. I stood there thinking about what to do and then I saw him walk by again but this time I could see him stroking his cock. I froze then stepped to the side so he didn't see me. Being nosey I decided to ring the doorbell to see if he was alright. I rang the bell and after a short time he appeared at the door wearing just a pair of shorts. This wasn't.