He methodically repeated the process until I was on flat-footed atop two identical stacks of books, the tip of the dildo now between my legs. She and my wife knelt down, cuffed that to my legs and slid two bolts into unobtrusive holes in the floor. When several rounds of four strokes failed to get me off, the count was increased to five, which got me repeatedly closer to the edge but failed to take me over. Methodically, he kept repeating the process as I whined and squealed, sweat now dripping off of me, a long string of precum starting to form a small puddle on the floor. The TV showed, in closeup detail, that I had the entire foot of cock buried between my red-striped buttocks. As the host, I’ll go last.”
The others jostled briefly for position with my wife in the front and the cameraman taking position to record. When the cock was finally removed from his mouth, the cameraman grinned and licked his lips with an audible smacking sound. So there I was kneeling in a closet listening to the occasional murmur of voices and sounds of movement outside the door. Always a sucker for this kind of treatment, I moaned with pleasure when they put a line of pins on the underside of my cock and then circled
