My cock throbbed as I sensed the heat in them both — no reason could tell me that I was not a part of this. I *WANTED* to partake, to get *MY* share...of that young blonde’s mouth — and maybe more. I stepped out of my pants, hard, and stepped up behind the couple, touching the dominant woman’s cheek and signalling for silence. Our eyes met. She was obviously on something, pretty far gone — who knows what? Who cares? I took her hand from the back of the blonde’s head and slowly led it to my. I used to have a nice porn collection on VHS and magazines. The wife would bitch at me a little but all I had to do is ask if she wanted to go to the bedroom so she could do her 'wifely duties' to shut her up. If I happen to be in a real pissy mood I would slam her about her own kinky obsession. That would get her running to her attic office in a huff, slamming every door along the way. I would have to sleep on the couch for a couple of days but I tend to get better sleep on the couch anyway.. "Please Mistress, whip me, and let me down, please!" cried Janet. "I don't think that you're ready yet, darling. Just a little more, andyou'll be in the right state." Erica vanished as quickly as she had appeared. Janet pulled at herwrist cuffs to no avail. There was nothing she could do except stare atherself in the mirror. Suddenly the dungeon itself seemed cold and forbidding. How terrible itwas for a bound girl to be here, alone for hour after hour. In one cornersat a steel cage,. "Mark grabbed his personal camera and shuffled through some of his papers, trying to look nonchalant until she turned and went into the bedroom. When she called out to him, he entered the bedroom. He was a little disappointed in what he saw. Holly's breasts were quite small, probably not even as large as a half of an orange, at best a small "A" cup and they were already sagging. They were definitely not the high, perky breasts of a typical seventeen-year-old girl. Her nipples and areola were.