“Not quite.” I confirmed my impression with my hand, the tingling now muted again but still present. “Almost, though.”“Well, I’m out,” h... informed me – needlessly, as it was quite apparent by the pallor of his complexion.“I’ll try again. I’m not exhausted yet. Don’t know if I can do it alone, though.”“You can. You’re much stronger than I am at this. You can do it.” He reached up and squeezed my hand encouragingly.I turned away, looking at the section of wall curiously, trying to ‘examine’ the. Her hand snaked down and began playing with Gregg's re-hardening cock, her smile mischievous.It took a force of will greater than any Herculean quest for Gregg to gently move Heather's hand and stand from the bed. "I'm going to take a shower ... a very, very cold shower!" He stood at the bed looking down at the cornucopia of flesh before him, Emily now also beginning to stir. Pointing at the two girls, he said, "I don't know about you two but I'm starving and if we don't get up now, we'll never. I begin to choke and gag. You put your hand on my chin and force my mouth open. “Sick out your tongue.” You instruct. Then you rub your cock all over my face at times even slapping me with it. Moving to one side of me you order me to turn over. I roll with my hands still bound to the bed and inch my knees up under me. You lift my hips and spread my knees positioning yourself behind me. You slap my asscheeks over and over so they turn from white, to pink, to red. You twist and move the plug in. ’ ‘Are any of them not gay?’ She laughed again and made a snorting noise like a pig. ‘Oh, shit! I am drunk!’ She laughed again. As we turned onto the isolated country highway that led to her parents’ house she asked, ‘Do you still live in the same house?’ ‘No. After the kids left home, we moved into a house out in the country. We didn’t need a neighborhood full of young kids and good schools anymore, and we wanted land and a place for the dogs to run free.’ I pointed ahead of us through the.