With one hand he spanked the firm ass cheeks. With the other, he pulled Roman’s head into him.Roman’s six-inch wiry penis was trapped in between t...eir stomachs. The friction was sending waves of pleasure through his veins. His small hands gripped to the rippled chest of dominant top friend.“Yeah, faggot. Ride this big dick,” Chuck belted.“Yes, daddy,” Roman cried out leaning back.Chucks hands grabbed Roman’s waist. He slammed the bitch up and down repeated. Roman moaned profusely.“This little. " She stopped me, stroking my cock again, making sure that my arousal was still strong. "Shhh. Don't say anything baby. Just stay right here, and be a good boy for me. You need to go through this, ok? Do this for me baby."My mouth was still open, half panting. I was very aware of how the reality of the situation was making my cock throb, and my face was burning.She kissed me again, another slow wet kiss. "I'm going to let him in. You'll go through this for me, won't you." Her words were a bit. " Liv found a holster for her P-22 in the pile of supplies. She took the gun back and strapped the little weapon securely to her right hip."Didn't want to carry that little pea shooter in your waistband?" Finn teased as he adjusted a shoulder holster rig. Damn! Finn thought. Do all women look so sexy with a gun strapped to their hip, wearing bunny slippers, or was it just her? Finn concluded that all women probably would, but Liv made the look particularly alluring.Liv noted Finn staring at her. “Dwayne lives there, with all his girls. You know, the ones like me? There's about 30 of us, and we all live in that building with him.”“Okay, Lisa, we're going to go in there, and he's gong to be the one wearing the Collar. Got it? Which floor does he live on?”“He's got the whole top floor to himself. The owner of the building lives in Florida or someplace. Dwayne lives alone, and he's probably still asleep, because he stays up all night. The door isn't locked, it never is, so we can just go.