The light gravity pressed her mercilessly into the netting as she swung helplessly back and forth. The tender flesh on her body, arms and legs felt as...though it were being cut open by the thick, coarse fabric as she was gently and carefully lowered down to a table.As she touched down on the table, Béla's weight pressed the netting into her tender flesh even more fiercely than before and she cried out in pain. Her voice echoed eerily in her liquid-filled ears. The netting separated and split. I was scared, but I never yelled for help. I didn't even fight back. I don't remember what was going through my mind, if anything at all. All I know is his grin had returned, and he was loosening his grip as he guided me to my knees. I didn't say no. I didn't fight back. I watched him undo those brown pants and slide his cock out. He stepped forward and brought this hardening cock towards my mouth. I opened. I accepted. How did this happen? It didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. I was. ..umm....fuck...."Jessie: "I know you'd love to join us, so come on and join us baby"Bret: *firmly biting his lip as his hand gently runs the bulge forming in his pants* "Fuck you guys...gladly. But I'd like to do this my way and show you guys how to really get off"He then quickly leaves and within a minute or two returns. His hands now grasping 8 pairs of handcuff. As he walks over to the bed he slides his pants down. Leaving just his thin and tight fitting briefs on, outlining his clearly. "Did you do it?" Gus asked."Put your hand under the table and see for yourself." My voice was low but I was not whispering by any means. People sitting at the tables near us could certainly hear, if they were paying attention. I hoped that they would not know what I meant, but then again I just didn't care.At that point I knew why Gus had insisted we not sit across from each other but at the adjacent sides of the table. Gus smiled as he made a big production of putting his hand under the table..