“Hell!” exclaimed Brian as I slid rapidly down the bottle with all my weight pressing on it. I climaxed like never before. One was Asian, and one was black. Brian took some pictures and removed the bottle. A thick chain hung From the ceiling; ropes, handcuffs and blindfolds were on the table. The minutes passed, and I could feel my frustration growing. He pushed the neck of the bottle into me until it was stopped as the shoulders of the bottle met the inside of my legs. He placed handcuffs on my wrists and locked them shut, and then, pulling my arms stretched up out straight above my head, he fastened them to the chain so they were held above my head. All I wanted was sex. There is no Ginger to save you today, he said. He moved up, kissing my pubic hair, stomach, breasts, throat and then my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him as close as I could then he withdrew from me “kneel on all fours,” he told me I did, and he placed his hands on my hips and moved his cock into me I came again as his sperm filled me. I knew from the experiences of a friend that he was a real pervert, and I was helpless.
