”“Jesus,” I breathed.“We talked WAY too much before. I know if you start talking I’ll NEVER get it.”“There are rules,” I said. “And ...hey are inviolable.”Well, apparently not, at least in the case of rubbers with Fawn, but the other one was.“And these rules are?”“A recent STD test. And verified birth control.”“Dude, in six years, Curtis never touched me without a rubber. Do I LOOK like an idiot?”Now I was very glad I’d tossed a box of rubbers in my bag, though there was a drugstore around the. I reached over and picked up two clothespins and attached one to each nipple. It was excruiating but made my pussy even the more stimulated. My juices were flowing down my ass crack, filling the room with it wonderful odor. The video was so graphic and full of lust that my pussy was throbbing with excitement and my tits begged to be sucked. The subject in the video was tied spread eagle to a dining table at a dinner party. The guest were just milling around and would occassionally slide a. Mrs 1 would fit a huge gagin her mouth then fit some mean clips on her nipples threaded with some string.Gwen would be tied with her hands behind her back in a reverse prayer and aspreader bar between her knees over a low bench and would receive a severe asswhipping. After an hour Mrs. 1 would shove a butt plug up her ass and call inher dogs. They knew the routine and Gwen knew it as well. One by one she wouldbe fucked by a German Shepard, two bulldogs and aIrish wolfhound while Mrs 1 would. One of my other team members met me at the airport. We talked for a bit and he said he would contact me the next day. It was 1 am, so I headed to the hotel. I slept hard for a while to be awakened by the telephone. It was her, asking how my trip was. We talked for a bit and then she said she might visit me later in the day. I did not go any place. It was Sunday, so I just relaxed. About 6 that evening, there was a knock on the door. It was her. She was much smaller than I guessed, but most of.