I could see his cock also begin to leak and wet his pantyhose. My thoughts were singularly focused, I was completely lost in lust and I knew I wanted ...ore… My hand quickly made its way to his crotch. He uncrossed his ankles and opened his legs a little allowing full access to his hard, nylon covered, 7” cock. My mind went blank and I was overwhelmed with pleasure and lust. He let out a soft little moan as I felt him twitch beneath my hand. I took him fully in my hand and began to stroke his. My arms were pulled unresisting over my head and secured to a hook high on the doorframe. No chance of pulling free. Another piece of cord secured each ankle to the doorframe holding my legs wide apart (had they come prepared with the hooks and cord?).The cord around my testicles was left in place, although my penis had wilted pitifully. I felt broken used and totally humiliated. I could not look at the two women who continued to whisper and giggle while sipping their wine.Ann approached me. She was ravishing in her shimmering black, sleek and slinky cocktail dress. A black diaphanous affair with one strap over the shoulder, leaving the other bare and a slit up one leg that showed a wonderful line of leg and a damn ed fine thigh. A simple strand of pearls and gold dangling earrings. Her glasses gave her a coquettish librarian look. The fantasy teacher every twelve year old boy prays for throughout puberty. Through cheesecake and coffee we listened to the orchestra start up, Big. The rest of our stay is spent swimming, playing in the water and working on our all over tans. When late afternoon arrives, we decide to dress, pack our things and head to the car.“Connie, did you have a nice time?” Pam asks as we walk to the car.“I most certainly did, it was exciting to have strangers watch. Looks like I am both a voyeur and exhibitionist.”“Well, Connie we are both happy you have discovered that about yourself,” Bruce says as he unlocks the car.We pack up the car just before.