”Helen smiles and we carry on chatting and finish our meal. While we sit and finish our wine, Rick’s hand is under the table squeezing my thigh an... brushing his thumb along the edge of my thong. His naughty touch turns me on with Helen sitting opposite us. I feel my nipples get hard and poke against the fabric and see Helen look at them then quickly avert her eyes blushing. “Shall I go upstairs and let you ladies get to work?” asks Rick.“Actually, honey, we need to practice a presentation,. .....any cock as long as it was loaded with spunk for me to swallow. I had been sucking cock at various toilets around my town and had met some really kinky bastards in my time but John was way ahead in his kinky ideas. He was a mature respectable male in his late 50's a white collar worker with a nice property in the country.....he was married and had 3 k**s so to any one taking a casual interest would think him a normal man.I met him in some toilets and sucked him off on my knees in a cubicle. Both of them needed the toilet badly ,but they would have to wait , or piss themselves before everyone!Two more girls replaced the previous girls as there was no time to waste. The mature woman still had eighteen strokes to come .The two new girls assumed the position looking extremely nervous as the officer resumed the caning of the fat arsed. He then grabbed my hips and lifted me over the sleeping bag, with my helpless ass sticking straight up in the air and my body bent over at a perfect ass fuck angle. He then buckled the strap that had been threaded through the sleeping bag roll across the back of my waist. O then grabbed my ball sac and forced two pieces of wood around my sac and locked the contraption; the wooden pieces pressed hard against the back of my thighs. O must have gone somewhere to buy a 'humbler'. I then felt O's.