Thump... I hear the door knob rattle with that thump ... What the fuck is she doing in there? I look around the room once more before remembering my b...g is in the closet as well. I walk to the door and swiftly open it and look down. First thing I see is Belle ... She had scooted herself some to the door, and looks as though she’d been hitting the door with her head. Trying to picture it in my head seems to have been an interesting sight. Kind of wish I could have seen it! Glancing about quickly. It was about the size of my own cock, maybe a half an inch bigger than my 6 inches, but about the same size around as well. "I can suck this," I thought to myself. "At least it's not some monster cock for my first time." I was trying to talk myself into this.Then I heard Beth's voice, "I don't think he came here for a hand job, sweetheart."She was right. I pulled my hand down to the bottom of his shaft. I licked my lips and tried to generate some saliva in my mouth that had become dry with. It was early fall so Jeena wore a turquoise sweater that, while long sleeved ended about two inches above the waistline of her black yoga pants. Her outfit was finished off by four inch heels and an ankle length black sweater coat with turquoise flecks through the weave. She was 23, 5’5”, and 103pounds at the time with raven hair half way down her back. Her goal (which she achieved) was to look hot but classy. She had plenty of pure slut cloths but this was not the right setting for that.She. One in front created a glory hole for Brent's mouth. The other was for back door fucking up Brent's ass. The box would be secured with a pad lock. Officer Barrett was driving the van and Officer Sanchez rode in back with Brent who was shackled arms out and a bar separator attached to his ankles was driven to the bachelor party. Along the drive in the back of the van, Officer Sanchez donned a latex glove and added some lube. He stroked the cock of the helpless Brent and then lifted the separator.