I undressed and put the underwear to the side before turning my attention back to the wardrobe again. Jeans were out of the question if I was going to...wear hold ups. It would have to be a dress or skirt and blouse. The madness of what I was doing hit me again. It had never even occurred to me to stress over clothes for a night in with Danni. I had to keep reminding myself that this was most likely not going to be an ordinary night in! While I was in the mood to be daring, I thought a dress. John started to work my whole head up and down on Phil’s cock. I was putting up some resistance as he forced my head up and down his cock.John pulled at my hair pulling my head off Phil’s cock, he looked down at me as he said, “Suck it like you mean it slut or else,” before he pushed my head and mouth back down onto Phil’s cock.I could feel my pussy juices running down my thighs as I sat there on the edge of the bed. I went to work on Phil’s cock. I was bobbing my head fast up and down on his. I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying there as a shiny piece of sexy furniture. Not as an object of desire, but a kinky utensil, just like a human toilet. I can be used from both sides…The catsuit I’m wearing has only 4 holes: two nostrils, one mouth tube and anus. My penis is inserted downwards into a tight sleeve glued to the crotch part inside the catsuit. Another rubber harness secures a 16″ long flexible silicon dildo reaching my descending colon.Because of the effective ear mufflers deeply. Then I started to come back to the world and he was pumping inside me, picking up speed and I started to think about what the hell I was doing, bent over a chair with a married man fucking my pussy and getting so much more insistent, and fucking my pussy and oh my fucking god in my pussy…when the damn closet door opened again.I tried to stand but the man kept a hand on my shoulder blades while he kept thrusting in me so I was able to look at his wife and wait for her to start screaming at me..