I can’t see our toy boy’s cock, but I know from seeing him in the gym he is almost as big as me. I also know he is bisexual. A week ago, when I fi...st told Sarah about him she was determined to have him. She has a thing about younger bisexual men. “Make it happen, soon,” she told me.“Okay baby, but no fucking, oral sex only. And you know I want to watch,” I told her as we fucked like rabbits that night. The next morning at the gym Emile was rapt when I showed him some pics of my lady. The first. Then he stood up, flipped me on my stomcah, laid prone on top of me and then drove into me again. He was bringing it home now. He was pumping in and out of me hard and fast. I first tried to get up. He forced me back down and told me it was to late to stop. He was too close and I could not escape until he bred me. I wanted to get it over with, so I was doing my best to squeeze tight on him, but he had fucked me so silly, I couldn’t tell if I was helping. He kept up the pace like this for. I saw that I had their attention, although they tried not to make it obvious. There shots were becoming poorer and the ball hitting the sand more often. God I loved this, being watched by two black dudes. I had to get them so hot that they would cream their jocks. My hand started to rub my lower stomach and I began to place my hand inside my bottoms. My head tossing back as I creamed my pelvic area. Squinting I could now se a prominent bulge in the bigger guys shorts. His erection struggling. She draws closer, leaning toward me as she examines my face. I can see her eyes scan over the mask. Her perfume – sweet, and clean. Intoxicating. “We’ll have to manually… restart” I watch as her eyes look down.She suddenly turns away. I can only hear her by the machine. Faint sounds – that make connections to my recollection. My bindings holding me tight. My heart pounding. I can hear the sound of the machine change, a short faint whir. Now there was the sound of the liquid, this time.