That's when I learned how low I could go. It took a minute for me to return to reality. I was still locked in the wooden stocks. I spat out...the saliva that had built up behind the foul ballgag. I worked my jaw, and wiggled my ass, and bent my back, indulging whatever freedom of motion the stocks would allow. In front of me was a woman, on a black pedestal. She was sitting behind a desk and holding a microphone. She wore dark, garnet lipstick, and her black hair was pulled. " No, but I've been training Alice. She can play with her little dickyfor that long, unless something gets her so excited that she shoots.But she knows she's not allowed to finish without permission, whichwould cost her some sort of indignity afterwards." I see a lot of that, sissies not being permitted to get themselves off,on the job. Mind if I make her diddle herself for a while? Play withher nipples and like that?" You wouldn't mind? That would be perfect. So long as my little. I was merciless. I teased his cock like a thousand dollar an hour whore until finally he could take no more."Enough!" he snarled and he yanked my head up and threw me on the carpet, on my back, and then he just took me, he rammed his cruelly teased and rigid cock into my warm slick greedy pussy and started pumping, kept on and on, both of us moaning mindlessly in orgasmic delight, until finally we came at the same time in a fog of mutual and shatteringly satisfying sexual ecstasy. It was the. ..our fantasy already halfway completed...the final part was him watching and joining....the thought made my pussy drip. I texted the guy, and he agreed to come up, but saod his friend had to come....I agreed but they were worried about my boyfriend "finding out". I knew then that he wasn't able to participate ....to their knowledge. He hid in the closet while my new friends came up. I let them in, undressed of course, and walked overy to the bed. His friend sat on the desk**s chair. He, my.