Still, she pressed it closed as tightly as she could, and then repeated the action with the other cuff on her right wrist. The feeling of helplessness...was like a fist in her stomach. But she wasn't helpless. Not yet. She could still follow the other instructions. She felt weak in the knees as she walked to the small metal chair in the middle of the room. As the note had said, it was placed directly under a curved silver hook that hung by a chain from an exposed beam in the ceiling. She. Not really long -- probably about six inches -- but it was very thick. "All the better to stuff you with," Beth whimsically thought. His balls were equally impressive. They were large and hung below his dick in the loose skin of his scrotum.Beth felt his finger invade the folds of her wet pussy. Then another. Finally he inserted three fingers up to the palm of his hand and began working her pussy into a frenzy. Her juices made a loud churning sound as he worked her cunt with his left hand.Beth. He tightened his grip on my hips and took control. He stopped me from moving as he stabbed me with his cock, deep, three or four times, released load after load on each impalement. I had fallen onto him, my face to the side of his face as I whispered in his ear, “Fuckin 'hell, that was good. I hope you’re done… please tell me you’re done.”I was fucked to exhaustion, I didn’t know if I could ride my bike back home.It was Joe’s last week into work. He asked me to come out with him for a meal with. "How about I make dinner?" Doris asked. "Have you got anything in the fridge?" She and Helen went to rummage in the kitchen for dinner fixings. Rummy and Sandy sat back in chairs with glasses of Guinness, chatting about progress of the whole affair.Well before it was dark, they had each put on enough clothes to resist the evening coolness, and sat after dinner, talking until Rummy and Doris left for their quarters above the store.On Friday morning, they ate breakfast at Chez August and Helen.