" ---- Jason hadn't ever been in a women's bathroom before. Rebecca just led him right into the women's in the sociology building like it was the mo...st natural thing in the world and he followed. He didn't know what she would have done if someone had been at the sinks. She slipped into the first stall with him and bolted the door. "Put your hands on the walls." Jason did what she said. He was facing the toilet with Rebecca behind him. He could feel her breath on his back. His cock was. Once all wet he would call out the girls numbers one-by-one and the one who got the biggest cheer would win! Easy! As there were two more women than men the two barmen got to partake as well.The girls all lined up and we all took a ticket from the glass on the bar. I got number 3 which meant I got to drench the 19 year old, Jenny. My wife had got number 2 after one of the hotel staff. First it was the hotel receptionist to get soaked, her tiny titties all but naked, the hard brown nipples. The tube and the rings kept the poor penis from becoming erect. Another ring was fitted around the testicle sack, a small chain joined them and a tiny lock kept it all on. She had the key. He earned the right to wear the device by agreeing to do so. He walked into the whole thing with his eyes open. She had offered him his greatest fantasy, and he jumped at it.They had played orgasm denial games with light bondage before; usually he had held her or lightly secured her wrists to the bedposts. He. My hubby leaned toward me whispering “Montague likes you, show him that you like him too”. Without any more words, he opened my dress’s halter exposing my hard nipples. I did not protest. I liked this very much and being in a car with potential of strangers seeing me exposed, erotically electrified my senses. Like an automaton I reached and squeezed my nipples.In this silent sex play, hubby reached into the in-car mini bar retrieving a crystal tumbler and as befitting a Rolls Royce, filled it.