It is like one those lap dancing poles but it has a small bar across it about half way up.” He explained. “I tied her wrists to the bar Abi so tha...t her hands were stretched above her head. Of course, she was in a helpless and vulnerable situation, just like you are.” He told her. He could see that she was forming a picture in her head of the girl and the position she was in. “Anybody going to the bar for a drink would have to pass the pole and, well you know what guys are like Abi, always. It was not long before this repeated itself with the knock and moan. Then a door slightly further down the hall opened and a guy came out zipping his pants.Steve watched each of the guys ahead of him enter and then come out again. He also noticed there were several more men standing behind him now. He was next and he heard the knock and again a guy stepped out."Damn good cocksucker! Enjoy yourself! I may have to get a second later!" He said with a lewd chuckleSteve stepped into the booth and. My tongue fluttered through her. The taste of the cum was dwindling. I was having trouble reaching it.So I sucked.“Mommy!” squealed Anabella.I nursed out more cum from the depths of her twat. The taste of her spicy cunt grew in my mouth. I loved it. She grabbed her little titties, kneading them. She played with them as I sucked the cum out of her pussy.“Oh, yes, yes, Mommy!”But she ran dry.No more cum.I wanted more. I loved the taste of futa-cum. I mean, my daughter's pussy was delightful—I. He used a variety of surgical steel probes to examine their ears and nostrils; he filled their mouths with inflatable rubber gags; he used catheters on their cocks, and then went to work on their arseholes with an assortment of metal and rubber implements.A slave never forgot the first time he was examined by the good doctor, and thanked his lucky stars that his drink had been spiked before the examination began. Every orifice was violated two or three times by the psychosurgeon; and then, when.