After a long, almost fruitless search she decided that the soldering iron would have to do; an extension cord allowed it to reach the power outlet on ...the wall. She did not turn it on; she did not know how long Manu would take to arrive, and was afraid of it burning up.Now came the hard part.She took her place in the cross and opened her legs as far as she could. With difficulty she reached the shackles and closed them on her own ankles. That was easy, they snapped closed when the ankle pressed. They stripped her naked as Michelle knelt down, pulling out 2 huge limp cocks, she sucked Dave and then Patrick then Dave again rubbing the other that she wan’t sucking looking at both stiff rods getting up leading both to the bed, making both lads strip as she laid on the bed playing with her pussy, Michelle noticed Dave his cock looked small but thick and his huge balls hung down he was tattooed all over Patrick was muscles and a few tattoos, Michelle got Patrick to come to the bed so she. I looked back down just as I saw him slipping his index and middle finger into her opening. He started slowly, working his digits in and out in a rhythm with her breathing. I could see his fingers glistening with her lubricating fluids. Steadily he increased his speed. I could see his wrist flexing as he curled the tips of his fingers inside of her. Very audible was a wet slurping sound as his hand became a blur. I noticed that he was using the palm of his hand to rub against her clit.She was. ”“What the fuck, asshole?” you hiss from the dirty floor.I look down at you. Wish I could rip my beating heart out and throw it in your face. Watch you eat it, teeth ripping it to bloody pulp. I didn’t survive prison for this.“That’s what’s fucking up. You want it painted too?” I mutter hoarsely to myself as much as to you… to her.“Wait… what?” you stutter, eyebrows furrowing confusion. “Hey, where’s my apology!”I don’t hear you. Don’t care. I need air, space. I can’t breathe.The doors finally.