I unbuckled my belt, undid my fly, and lowered my jeans and boxers at the same time. My dick sprang free.I tried to step out of my jeans and almost tr...pped: I was still wearing my sneakers and socks. Ugh! I awkwardly stepped on my right heel to pull out my right foot, then sat down on the bed to pull off my left sneaker. I kicked off my jeans, boxers, and sneakers. Good.Finally, I grabbed my dick. It was such a relief to finally hold it! But I knew it wasn’t enough. I knew I had to be naked. Her pussy enveloping his cockhead then his thick shaft."Oh god yes. Oh fuck Omby." She put her hands on her knees and began to move herself up and down. She looked down, watching his cock disappear into her welcoming hot cunt. Dorothy pushed herself down more, feeling her pussy begin to stretch wider to accommodate his girth. Omby put his hands behind his head enjoying the show. Watching Dorothy, trimmed hairy pussy, bouncing on his white big cock. "Push down on that cock Dorothy, feed your. I lift my head and look down the driveway, to the street that seems so far away.My eyes roll back into my head and I pass out.(an hour later)I wake up. My jaw hurts and I lift my hands to my mouth. They are cuffed in front of me. Leather cuffs, with felt lining. The gag is gone. I am laying on a divan in a dark room. I can see stone walls. Three walls have a door, the fourth has a stairway going up. Gear and all sorts of items are all over the place. Gags, harnesses, whips, floggers, ropes,. Getting through customs was excruciating. They wanted to account for everything we bought in Cuba. I think they wanted an excuse to confiscate the cigars I bought, but I had receipts for them. Thankfully, Caryn had organized it all before she left.When we finally got through customs, we hurried to catch our flight to Orlando. Cassidy and Paul had to rush to make their connection to Chicago, so we didn’t get a chance to talk before we split up.I was in such a daze that I didn’t even notice when.