I paused for a moment to take in the view and then started walking again.“You shouldn’t be standing there like that.” I warned her.“Why not?�... she demanded, eyebrows raised eyes piercing.“The guy behind the counter saw you…” I said. “…he said he wanted to fuck your brains out, you know?”“Really? And what did you tell him?” her smile now accusatory.“I sold him your phone number for $50 bucks.” I said as matter-of-factly as I could without smiling as we both started to get back into the car.“Only. No... told me to please be nice to him. He was an important music producer and could be a great business contact."How nice?" I asked. But I already knew the answer.He put a beer in my hand and said I should bring one out to 'our' guest.He looked up as I entered the room with his beer and I took it over to where he was sitting. As I stood next to the side table and placed the bottle down, I felt his hand touch the back of my bare leg."Silky smooth... I like it" he said.I straightened up but I. The barricade was a popular restraint piece, but I doubt anyone had ever been completely off the floor before. I made a mental note that it would not happen again, unless there was prior approval. Just the sight made me wince.Cynthia was not finished. Out came the clamps, which went on each nipple, both labia and the perineum. Weights were added. Then came the #4 ass spreader. Cynthia put this in dry, but took her time and worked it in slowly. It was becoming clear to me that pace was critical. " I was surprised. Michelle was much more demanding than I thought she'd be. I kissed her neck.Phil grinned evilly and scooted down Michelle's length. Her lower hand she put on Michelle's breast, massaging it broadly. I felt Michelle's reaction when she first licked her. When she did it again, Michelle lifted her leg from the bed as if that would give Phil even better access to her. Her breathing went crazy as did the small muscles in her body. The larger, stronger muscle around me clenched.