I was overcome with rage. I kicked in the front door and forced my way down the stairs to the basement. Rashad grabbed me on my way down and asked wha... I was doing, so I explained. He then escorted me down to the basement with my now naked girlfriend, Mike, and his three jacked meathead guido friends. When they saw me they started laughing because not only did these guys kick my ass, but they've now stripped my girlfriend of all of her clothes and the situation was humiliating for me. I tried. “I know how to get the truth from her. Gentlemen.” The three of them began removing their belts as another waiter led the final diner from the restaurant and began closing the blinds. “Master, what is going on?” I asked, but Master wasn’t talking to me anymore. In an orchestrated movement, Carlos lifted me by the elbow, removed the chair, and pressed me onto the table. He kicked my ankles apart as he held me down and began tying my thigh to the leg of the table with his belt. I knew better than. . a sensation of just being a face being penetrated, a head being filled. I'd even forgotten my own cock. All my focus was on this strange, unknown and disembodied cock pumping itself into my mouth until, again, I felt the pulsing and felt hot semen flood me. It seemed to be flooding into my brain!I dont know if men outside the booth were telling one another that there was a mouth to be used... a head there for the taking but the second cock was replaced by a third and the third by a fourth. I. The heat engulfing my cock and the swirling of your tongue soon has me swelling once more, forcing you to release a little of my shaft from your mouth. As much as you try you just can’t take the full length when it’s erect. My hand reaches for your hip and then cups your buttock. You turn away and kneel ready for me. My revitalised cock pushes deep inside you once more and I hold your shoulders to steady myself and get us moving together. Planting kisses round the back of your neck and across.