Tamara hesitated not knowing what to make out of the situation, but as she looked at me she said “fine then let’s do it”.As if in a dream, I was...over moon when those words left her lips, knowing that I will finally experience what was a dream for most of my teenaged life. She undid her black gladiator shoes and with that Tamara slowly, inexpertly and yet seductively slid down her extra tight jeans; her tanned legs were faultless as she bent over to reveal red boy shorts and finally stepping out. Now he understands. The chamber is three stories high, with a few dozen seats at the second story level, currently occupied by only a few onlookers. The floor of the chamber is the kind of place that instantly puts the most horrible images in one’s head. Armando only had a few seconds to survey the numerous and diverse instruments of torture, before Mercy leads him down an adjoining hallway. He managed to glimpse many chains hanging from the ceiling, a rack, a set of whips attached to the. Then he said“Lets both wank. I’ll get mine out.”With that Clive unzipped his trousers and dropped them. To my amazement I saw he was wearing women’s panties, I guess his wife’s. They were pale grey and very brief, bulging over his sex kit and his big purple penis head was poking out over the top. A moment later he’d dropped those panties too and his hard up erect penis was sticking out in front of him. I saw his sex kit was smooth and hairless. Clive kept urging me to get mine out, and after. Spitting on my hand I grab her hard cock again, rubbing furiously around the head as she leans back moaning, her breathing becoming uneven.Knowing my girlfriend will be out for a while I see the devious lust creep into her eyes. She quickly rolls over on top of me, throwing my legs up in the air to get between them. She pulls out my plug and quickly replaces it with her own hard, pulsing cock, slamming it in hard and rough. My used hole engulfing it as my eyes roll into the back of my head.