The spare room had a full-size bed against one wall, and what looked like a second-hand operating table against the other."Is that where you're going ...to operate on me?" she asked."Yup!"Mindy walked up to it and scrutinized it closely. She ran her fingers along the long narrow padded table. Arm supports extended at a 90-degree angle from just above the center of the table, making it look like a horizontal padded cross. She fondled the--obviously custom made--leather restraints mounted at various. “I think they might wonder where she’d disappeared to,” he pointed out. He looked at the folder on the cart and then at her. “Is that for me?” he asked, trying to snap her out of her stupor.“What?” she mumbled, her eyes snapping up from staring at his cock in a daze. She seemed to get herself under control and took a deep breath. She picked up the room service folder and handed it to him to sign and add the tip while I led her to the dining area to set up. She kept shooting glances at both of. His words were strained and elongatedas he begged, "Don't stop. Please. Yes, make me... finish." Make you squirt? Is that what you mean?" Yes. Whatever you say. Just don't stop now." All righty, Coral. I think I should call my new girlfriend that. NotCorey. But Coral." She gave his straining penis a squeeze. He was onthe verge. The brink. The edge. The pre-cum-leaking precipice. Sherequested, "May I call you Coral?" Yessss." He could barely produce the single syllable."All right,. Now I was scared. I knew my arsehole must be tight, and Bob's cock washuge. Giving head was one thing, getting fucked up the bum quite another.Krystal grinned at me as Bob positioned himself between my splayed legsand pressed his blunt knob against my clenched hole.Then Dave grabbed my head and reintroduced his angry purple knob to mymouth"Unnnnh," I groaned as Bob's bloated knob slowly stretched my tendersphincter. The pain was intense, but I couldn't cry out because my mouthwas crammed full.