Mistress Raell strode back across the room, holding a handful of straps and a strange wand-looking thing. ‘At attention.’ Drake stood, placing his... feet at slightly wider than shoulder width and his hands behind his head. He kept his gaze straight ahead. Mistress Raell slid a harness on him, locking every strap down but the Y-strap. Drake felt his stomach drop. He’d gotten used to not having a buttplug in. Mistress Raell walked off for a second, then returned with something in hand. ‘Bend over.’. I will have another orgasm. He is still inside me. He pulls out slowly. I can tell he is getting a surge of nerve endings responding to the feeling of me wrapped around him yet. He helps me put my pantyhose on. He balls them up and pulls them up my leg. He does the same for the other leg. While he is making sure the seam at the toe is straight I pull them the rest of the way up. We leave the office. My office will never be the same again. If the walls could talk they would have a story to tell.. But tonite for some reason Connie come over to the couch and collaspes, her little skirt flips up giving me a wide open view of her cute little snatch. Greg goes into the bedroom but comes back out after a few minutes in his boxers, that cock of his standing straight out pointing the way. He comes over to the couch, pulls his boxers down and mounts Connie right there like I am not there. He humps her a few times then realizes I am right there. He stops and sits next to me. Tells me he did not. To keep Denise from finding out that I knew what was going on I had to stay on good terms with the assholes, but I did make a mental note that when I finally went after Denise I would see to it that they got theirs.A year went by and my collection of evidence grew. I had audio and video of eleven different men burying the bone in Denise. I actually had several videos of them. Barney, the asshole who was supposed to be my best friend, was on tape no less than seventy-eight times. His wife was.