Sarah and Michele are best friends and we spend a fair amount of time together, we used to go almost every Friday night, Michele, Steven Sarah and I b...t when Michele became pregnant the nights out became nights in and the number dropped we might hang out ever second or third Saturday or Saturday night. It is okay because Michele didn't really change as a person she is very funny and is also the life of most parties and Michele and I would bounce of each other and feed of each other. I was then duct-taped into a pair of 5" spike heeled pumps (as if there was a way I could have kicked them off in my position). A scrotal parachute with a 5-lb dumbbell swinging freely from it, and of course, the butt plug, completed my preparations. I was bent over almost 90 degrees, with my salted, seasoned, and throbbing ankles locked in an integral horizontal pillory at ground level that was adjustable for distance from the vertical component, and which spread my ankles about 4 feet. ”“And blessed,” Meadow purred, the black-haired girl lifting her face to nuzzle between my thighs. “Oh, her pussy smells so good and...” She took a lick through my folds. I gasped, my futa-dick throbbing. “She tastes even better than any other woman.”“Of course she does,” whimpered Jocelin. “She’s our Goddess.”My pussy clenched at that word. It sent a heady thrill through me that clashed with the strange, surreal writhe through my guts. The hymn echoed around me, the worship song of the other. Dan either didn't notice or didn't care, as he kept fucking her. "Please stop" Em moaned, but Dan just went on fucking her from behind. A bit later, between thrusts, Em whispered again "Please stop." "Stop what?" Dan asked teasing her. "Please stop fucking me" Brooke heard Em say, surprised to hear such words come from her normally chaste friend."Ok. I will," Dan replied. Brooke could see Em visibly relax before Dan continued, "Right after. I. Come. Inside. you!" each word punctuated by a.