Irene is now thrusting herself hard onto my fingers. “Oh, oh, fuck. I’m cumming, and I’m cumming fucking hard. I hope you’re ready, ah, ah, ah..., ahhhhhh, for this Bob. Pull your fingers, uh, uh, out of my pussy now,” Irene demands, her body tensing up as I do as she asks. I can’t believe it, she squirts all over me with her pussy juices. I pull my fingers out of her arse, then kneel behind her and replace them with my hard throbbing cock. I give Irene no time at all to come down from her orgasm,. There was No way anyone was gonna spank or whip me!She then lead me to the bed, and helped me get into what she thought was a proper position. I was simply laying on my back with my wrists cuffed in such a way that I could not get my hands any lower then my ears. My feet were left free. I was starting to think better of this and tell her to let me up so I can get dressed, but I heard her footsteps leaving the roomIt felt like an eternity before I heard someone come back to the little room I was. "I can't believe they let her wear a thing like that," Sandra commented.Veronique couldn't help but giggle. "I think she put that on especially for you!" Veronique said. "I sure have never seen so much of her, in here, before today." You know her?" Sandra asked."She's the daughter of the owner. I believe she is a year older than you, but she isn't going to school anymore. She's the regular hostess, but normally, she dresses more conservative." By the things she said, I can presume you called. Agnes, the flat chested, tall, blonde, Swede had her glass targeted bythree men: The Italian billionaire Roman Manzi, German billionaireDieter Lange, and the Russian billionaire Sergei Kotzov.Inside my mind I was judging these men harshly. I thought they weredespicable people with a bizarre sexuality, I wondered why it gave themso much pleasure to have 'sissies' drink their cum. Yes, to condemn themin my mind I was even willing to admit that all of the cats includingmyself weren't actually.