While my wife is being serviced by two men, all the others are watching patiently around her. One of them asks whether he can put his cock in her mout... instead of using his hand to keep it hard. I nod but remind him that he cannot cum until later. He readily agrees and seconds later my wife's mouth is filled with a long cock, pumping in and out.I stand watching the line of men working their way through my wife's body. More than 45 minutes later, and 20 almost non-stop orgasms later, I call a. Too late to stop him now.Then there was a painful moment of being stretched open by a huge baton, even though Grant was most delicate with his entering. Slowly his hard cock penetrated her virgin territory, and the further he went the less intense it became. Then he was pulling his hardness back, but no, forward again.And Sienna was beginning to acquire new, surprisingly exquisite, sensations from behind. Her whole lower body was pulsing, but now Grant had put one hand around her to stroke at. Miranda smiled as we ascended."It's just like being in a cage isn't it?" My balls were tingling with anticipation as I answered."Yes Mistress Miranda." The elevator halted as it came to what I assumed was the top floor. I moved slightly in expectation of leaving the 'cage' when Miranda put her hand between my legs, cupping my balls and smiling knowingly. She looked about the landing and corridors to ensure no-one was there, and then pressed a sequence of buttons. The elevator rose again to a. “JAMIE, GIVE HIM MOUTH-TO-MOUTH. BECKY, TRY MASSAGING THE ARTERY IN HIS LEG. IT’S NOT TOO LATE. He was putting his hands on Linda and me, imploring us to keep trying. “This isn’t the way I saw this ending...” He began sobbing.Another three minutes and Linda was looking at me, frowning. “I think we’re too late,” she flashed weakly.I think we were all feeling that way. Brian, Melody and most of the boats crew were now sobbing as Jamie and Becky continued their desperate ministrations.Suddenly, my.