My cock suffering as the bungie cord taut and unforgiving, along with the weights on my nipples and balls moving quickly in response to the abrupt sho...ks as I was being pushed and shoved.Once the saw horse was positioned to their liking, the man unsnapped the bungie cord, my cock released from the tension swung down abruptly as the weights dropped the pain brought tears to my eyes as I gasped. The group just laughed as Mistress Dee said, ”Oh poor baby, we have only just begun.” The man reached. The sounds of our bodies slapping together filled the barn. I felt that feeling returning. My balls tightened, that feeling returned deep in my gut. The faster I pumped the stronger it became. I sunk deep inside her and released. My load was not as big as the first, but the sensitivity was stronger. I collapsed as the last spasm subsided. She moved away from me and let me rest. She collected her dress and stepped back in it. She lowered and kissed me on the cheek. “I love rainy days on the. On the other side, a chest of drawers, on the top of which were arranged objectswhich gave the impression of something between an altar and a bazar stall.Several riding crops... chains... cuffs and belts... small clamps, weights...candles, a large stainless steel dildo standing proudly next to a row of butt-plugs. Cynthia gulped, feeling the colour rise to her cheeks. ?Oh my goodness!? sheturned round to look at Damien. ?You... er... USE all this stuff?? ?Maybe not each night, or, all at the. "Yes. Sometimes the girls take men to the VIP rooms in the back for private shows. It's part of our job and expected of us." I see. And what goes on in these VIP rooms?" he pressed her further."Charles, please..." What goes on in these VIP rooms?" he repeated his question. He looked at his wife and saw the tears running down her cheeks. He waited patiently for her reply.This was it. Her next words would determine the fate of their marriage. If she told him the truth–that she had taken men back.