I had to watch out for them. “You miserable fucking bastard!” she screamed. I ignored her. I was taking in a marvelous sight. Mother and daughter,...both gorgeous, naked and terrified, both lying on their backs side by side, their arms outstretched over their heads, their wrists shackled to the horizontal bar of the bed head. They were monumentally beautiful.“I want Megan to witness the rest of this,” I said, my voice husky with lust. “I want her to watch her mommy getting fucked!”I was ready to. He looked like a black Hercules, I swear to you. But we were always cordial, so I said hi and started walking in the house but he stopped me and said he couldn't let me in, as it was for Pike members and girls only. Then he slammed the door on me and all I could hear was faint techno music and laughter behind the walls. I walked around the back of the house and peered into the basement window, where the party was taking place. Finally, I could see Michelle, and she was dancing with her two. They had used a large rubber ball gag to silence me though, and my muffled protests fell on deaf ears when they returned.Rachel rolled me onto my side and yanked down the tights to my upper thighs."So you think we can't bend you to our will? Silly boy".With that she put on a pair of blue latex gloves and put her hand into a bag and scooped out some powder before rubbing it into my cock and balls. She then pulled the tights back up and rolled me back onto my front."This is itching powder. The frustrated husband ran his hand over the pink plastic chastity tubethat tightly encased his penis. His poor balls ached. He tip-toed awayand went to the spare bedroom, where she had overseen him the nightbefore, as he selected and laid out his outfit for today. Of course, shesimply rejected anything she didn't want him to put on, and steered himtoward whatever she did want him to dress in. So it was that he nowfaced a one-piece bathing suit and bathing cap, both of them a shade thatwas.