A small black enamel dish on the floor was the only other object in the cellar. Arabella walked her now quivering gimp close to the dish, and had him ...quat on his knees. She bent and unlocked his cage with a tiny key on an elegant wrist bracelet; the gimp's cock rose and stiffened in a trice, pointing at the noose he yearned for. Arabella took a cane from one of the women and licked her lips a she teased his bone hard cock with it, before lifting her tight skirt just high enough to allow him a. Now bequiet or I will gag you."I said nothing. I did not want to be gagged and at the moment I had fewoptions."Do you want the light on?" Yes, please."She left, leaving me to contemplate my situation. I could not imaginewhat their plan for me was but I knew I would not like it. But why thegirls' clothing I asked myself? This was hardly the first time I hadbeen made to wear them, though it had been two years since they put mein skirts. In the past it was a means of punishment and I. I quickly removed my shirt and pants and stepped our of my boxers. She walked up to me and pressed her naked body against mine. She felt wonderful in my arms, as my fingers caressed the ends and outs of her firm round ass, as her big breast crushed against my chest. I had even forgotten about my wife and Robert, who had were also completely naked and had assumed a 69 position on the ground. I could hear the slushy, slurping sounds of Robert's tongue licking out my wife's pussy, and my wife. ” “Oh, I see.” He takes another sip. “Might I ask what that is?” I take a chance and slide my hand across his hard bulge, squeezing it gently and feeling how hard and big he is under those shorts. Frank smiles and makes no move to stop me. I unbutton the top of his shorts then slowly tug the zipper down, spreading the fabric apart. Frank’s cock springs free, big, hard and proud. “Well,” he says, “there are many different ways of saying ‘thank you’!” “Oh, yes.” I can barely close my hand around.