In a room that had been decorated to make it appear like the inside of a Maharajah's palace, the walls hung with velvet drapes, tied back with great l...ops of silken cords. There was a sunken area behind a barrier designed to stop visitors from falling into it. In the centre of the pit a slim pillar held aloft a green jewel that was, as far as Gregg could tell, the twin of his own red one. For the discouragement of those that might seek to inspect it closer, around the base of the column a dozen. Di licked at my balls kissing underneath pulling at my hips, I raised a foot to the table allowing Di to get her tongue on my arse the sensation of having your ring licked is out of this world. Di continued trombone me by licking my arse and wanking my cock. Then Di took my cock deep into her throat once again. I was so turned on I told Di was almost ready to spurt my cum there and then, but Di wanted to feel my cock in her cunt and said fuck her hard. I turned her over Di was offering her. Now it was his turn to pull her pants off, down her short legs, pulling her little black lace panties off at the same time. Their hands made there way down to each others privates, hers wrapping around his shaft, and his fingers making their way inside her. She was already wet, and getting wetter as his fingers slid in and out of her. Her thumb brushed over the tip of him, spreading the pre-cum over the head of his penis as her hand moved up and down his shaft. She wanted his cock in her mouth.. Someone takes up the bat, they blindfold him or her, turn them around two or three times, set them in the general direction of my crucified body, let them go with a push forward--and the hilarity ensues. Staggering towards me, bat-on-shoulder to the accompaniment of encouraging cheers, hoots and laughter, to the spirited and shouted instructions (left, right, no left, left, left, now right, that's it, a little bit forward, not so much, almost, almost, right, yes...right there...stop...SWING!.