Now I was worried. I tried the door handle but it was locked.Long story short but after a few minutes I was watching and listening from an air vent in...the ceiling.She was sitting across the desk from a bigger black man. He looked to be in his 40's and from a rough life. He was talking about how stressed he was from all the shit going on in his life. His ex-wife and k**s and losing his job. She was talking about what other jobs he was applying for and what seemed like normal stuff. Then he made. You like being tied up, even though, no, because, you feel a little scared, helpless. Relax and let me finish.”With that, he started winding the rope around her neck again, and though she struggled, she didn’t say anything, and after a moment he tied the rope off and backed away from her.It now formed a collar, holding her head up and straight, rings of rope from her shoulders to her jaw. She straightened up, turned to him, eyes down. “You like me like this?” Her arms stretched back behind her. We made out passionately for a few minutes as Alicia kept blowing Scott. I had her making the slurping sounds, because she was going so fast.“Is that really what we look like when we have sex?” Travis wondered.“Well, you and Scott are the same age, and Alicia and I are pretty close too. So, yes, that's what we look like when we have sex,” I replied.Travis leaned his head down, and began licking my nipples once again, as I laid back. Of course I had to let out a couple moans, and take a few. At first, we would need to tie it to our cock, and with the second, the race will begin.The preparation for the race began, and we were given our iron balls. The whole crowd was watching our humiliation with enthusiasm. The first bell rang, and we all started to tie it. I, unfortunately, got a ball around 1.7KG and already had lost the race.We all tied our cocks, and the rope was passing between the legs and attached to the iron ball at the back. The second bell rang, and we all started to.