Torn between finishing my story and unleashing my dick. I massage my cock through my pant leg as I fantasize about Jarrod's next move. I get my bullet... out and trap it between my legs, pressed against my penis. Turning it on, I tease myself and continue to write. Jarrod feels a warmth spread through his body. He can feel his orgasm build. A hand touches his, moving it from the hip in front of him and placing it firmly on the stranger's crotch. Jarrod locks eyes with someone in the seat across. Her face was etched in panic and fear, eyes wide and red, cheeks stained with black streams from running mascara. She whimpered lowly, her words muffled by a big red rubber ball strapped between her teeth. Ball gags weren’t as effective as silencing someone as say, packing their mouth properly, but they were deep inside a secure facility. The ball gag was more for Irina’s comfort, as well as to add to Stacey’s humiliation. A thick line of drool leaked from her lower lip, dripping onto the front. Then, without warning she pressedher foot firmly on my neck, her heel digging sharply into my skin. I felt asharp pull on the metal plug as she yanked it out of me. Then, almostinstantaneously I felt the cold metal of a new plug pushing firmly into my throbbing hole. "Never ... spill ... a drop" she said as she pushed the plug violentlyinto me. I gasped loudly. My ass burned and my muscles convulsed as they triedto make room for this large intrusion. She slapped me hard on the ass, unlocked and. Scotch on the rocks was the drink of choice for the men and Cindy went with it as well. Since Lisa was still away with friends for another day and the boys were going to be working late into the evening at the hotel, Paul made sure he had plenty of coverage at the hotel front desk so he would not be bothered. He had the rest of the afternoon and evening to play without having to think of anything else. After they had all finished their third scotch, Cindy was feeling a little loopy and the men.