" I figured it was best just to humour them. I nodded to Luci and got on my knees. She glared angrily at me and did the same. We crawled across the gr...und until my eyes sudenly felt heavy. My arms too. Actually, my whole body did and before I knew it, I'd passed out.When I woke I was naked, ball gag still in place, tied standing up with some irons to a wall in some sort of dungeon. There was one door on the wall, no windows. Directly across from me, about three metres was a wooden table with. He drove us home, me now behind the drivers seat. My master turned to me and said I'd like to see again, to which I did as told. I took my breasts out, pulled and played with my nipples until they were rock hard. He watched and said to him, she has her breasts out again... waiting until my master was to look at me again and see me playing with my clit...My master asked to stop before we reached home, asking for me to let him suck again. I told him to join me on the back seat. And told the other. Whenever I won a hand, the middle-aged lady producer kept smiling, and when I lost, she commiserated most sincerely. She even started flirting with me, and if we'd been sitting closer together, I wouldn't have been surprised to feel her fondle my leg, despite the fact, everyone was obliged to keep their hands visible. What was more amazing, especially considering my conservative English upbringing, this was happening in front of her husband who stood behind her and watched adoringly. Then she. Chris just kind of hummed while I sucked. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and licked his balls while still jacking that cock. As I pulled his cock back into my mouth. One of the young guys that had been stroking walked over still stroking and watching my suck Chris. "Zande don't you cum on my mother fucker." Chris warned. Zande asked "is his mouth good? Are you going to paint it with your cum?" Chris started rocking a little harder. I felt the head of his cock start swelling. I was.