The wall directly in front of her had both a speaker and camera mounted on it when Jess tried to stand she couldn’t move. Glancing down she found he...self strapped into a chair. She tried to break free of her restraints the attempt proved futileJessica sighed, it seemed that she wasn't going anywhere for the moment. She tried to remember how he got herself into this predicament, I got a text from Natasha or maybe it was from Carol? Jess frowned she couldn’t quite remember who the texts were. I mean it was bigger than mine, but was definitely smaller than my first two black cocks. I took his flaccid cock in my hand and stroked it, waking it up from its slumber. "Don't forget me, cocksucker," the other guy said in a gruff voice, speaking for the first time. "Yes, sir," I nodded, moving to him, excited to see what he was hiding in his sweats. It was odd, but I had the exact same feeling as unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning... the anticipation of a wonderful surprise. I felt my. I need a release’, she explained. Her hand was on my cock rubbing it to attention and I didn’t need any more encouragement. I rolled onto my side and took her ample breasts in my mouth while she continued to rub at my cock, long slow pumps with a tight fist. I rubbed her pussy, checking the wetness and immediately realized that she had been thinking about this all day. I rolled on top of her, this was going to be quick and passionate and she echoed my thoughts, ‘Put it in me. I’ve been thinking. And again. And again. And again. My screams compete with Tori and the strap, and once again, when I am sure I cannot stand another, he stops. Across the room again he goes, as I softly weep into the feathery pillow, the heat between my legs almost as great as my welted bottom. He returns and again stands over me, but rather than fire, this time his hands deliver ice as he squeezes the cream out onto my right nape. He again massages my cheek, this time delivering the cool cream over the raised.