The cage bars were thin but she knew it would be solid. On the door of the cage was a strange device that she couldn’t guess the purpose of.“I’m...on the roof,” Amaya told Wesley.“Excellent. Now strip off your clothes and put them in the bin I placed for you. There’s a heavy book in the crate to help weigh down your clothes.”Amaya swallowed. “My clothes? All of them?”“Certainly all of them,” Wesley said.She swallowed again. Her shirt was first and she was actually relieved to remove that sweaty. Back and forth, back and forth we rode in unison, building up a wonderful pace. Soon her breathing changed again and I knew an orgasm was building. Suddenly I saw her reach between her thighs and start rubbing her clit as I pounded her tight wet pussy. I glanced away from the mirror to look at her ass and saw her anus opening and closing in time with each thrust, almost inviting me to touch it. I got a load of saliva and started circling her asshole with my thumb. Immediately her head rocked up. I silently pointed at Diana then at the chair. She slowly moved to it and sat down. I said:"Bailey, Jennifer... please buckle her in."They moved with alacrity to make up the myriad of cuffs. Well they were tying her up, I slipped out of my windbreaker, hanging it over a nearby chair, then slid the shoulder holster off. I opened a deep drawer in the bedside desk, where I placed the pistol, still in its holster. Diana was quite trussed up by the time they were done. I rapidly lost interest in. He stopped everything to get between her legs. He kissed the thigh on each side but then headed directly for her smoothness. The taste was incredibly erotic, and her response to his tongue on her clitoris even more erotic.He eased two fingers into her and tried to tickle the bump on the top of her vagina. First, he wriggled his fingers against the bump, then, holding his fingers still, he licked her clitoris; then, he wriggled the fingers again. He smiled as her thighs stiffened against his.