I knew he was getting off on my willing subservience."You're a fucking sissy whore, aren't you?" he asked as he gripped the top of my head, using his ...ther hand to slap his now 8-inch dick on either side of my painted face. "Open bitch," he growled, and then proceeded to slide himself in balls deep.My gag reflex kicked in, but I tried fighting it back. He seemed to enjoy the sounds I made, though - and I could definitely feel him getting harder whenever my throat spasmed. He would sink his cock. “Join me, on my strike!” she insisted getting to her feet, knocking the whole popcorn bowl to the floor. She ignored it, extending her hand to me. I laughed and laughed taking her hand “why of course” I said in a Tradianal Victorian lady’s voice. “Together we will defeat all of mankind!” she said leading me onto the coffee table with her. Still both laughing, we danced still holding hands. I felt a little unsteady, and began to fall. Scarlett caught me pulling me to her, we end up face to face.. ”“Good. Now there is one member of this group who is not satisfied. Do you know what that means Christy?” my wife asked as she moved to the other chair next to mine.“Yes, Mistress.” She said, and without further prompting, she turned around on her knees and shuffled over to my wife. My wife removed the strap-on, leaned back, and opened her legs for the young girl. Her pussy was soaking wet. She was as turned on by all this as I was. Christy looked at my wife’s cunt, which was also fairly well. Bill was bound fast at wrist and ankle to the coffee table with a material gag tied around the back of his neck. Bizarrely, the four then picked up the table with its burden and stood it on end against the wall. In effect, Bill was standing, but tied securely in a classic spread-eagle position.The whole operation had taken a very short space of time; too fast to really appreciate just what had happened. Ann stood stock still, arms hanging limp at her sides, too confused to assimilate the events.