“That feels good,” I admitted. “I know,” Brian said. “It feels good to me, too.”“Are you going to shoot your jizz?” I asked.“I don�...t know – I’m used to have sex with Vanessa,” he said. “I’m not sure I can do it like this.”Brian hesitated with the tip of his 5” boner pushed right up against my asshole. I felt him put his hand between his legs and shift his body a little, and then the tip of his penis began to push straight at my anus.“What are you doing?” I asked. “I’m gonna stick it in,” Brian. ”I nodded slightly. A thought hit my brain but I let it go for a moment.“It just seems like ... a little much,” I said.“If the situations were reversed and it was me ... you’d tear the hospital to the ground with your bare hands,” Liz said.“Well, yeah,” I agreed. “I meant that ... it’s me. It’s not you. This is the sort of reaction a celebrity gets.”I caught Sean’s glance in the mirror and I wondered if my first thought had been accurate.“Uh, I don’t mean to intrude but ... you are a celebrity. The realistic dildo pushed at Tina's vaginal opening, but rubbed up against Chris' cock nestled underneath. There was no escape.***Tina laid on the bed where Jack had left her, in a tight hogtie. The knotted rope pulled against her crotch, leaving only a small swatch of her panties outside her vagina. The dildo in her ass was also held in by the rope, which was wrapped around her wrists and ankles, then tied to a rope around her elbows. It had only been 15 minutes since Jack had surprised her. Or perhaps that was just some story I was telling myself for distraction.At this point in the evening, the party might have passed for any other cocktail party in the atrium of an upscale boutique hotel. Guests wore Tuxedos and brightly coloured dresses. A string quartet (well known) played in a musician's gallery and the wait staff moved in and out of the crowd with trays of canapes. It might have passed for any other evening of drinking and small talk if not for the living statues wearing.