Cathy's eyes opened wide as she took in the items she saw. Some she recognised, and some she did not. “Wow, what a collection,” she gasped.“Yes,... and we will be using quite a few over the weekend my lovely” Jane said with a laugh. “So come on boys, give us girls all you got!”“Time for our guest of honour to be saluted in our own special way,” Bill said, removing his clothes. “Let's fill those sweet holes of yours Cathy girl.”“Be my guest guys, I'm all yours.” Cathy lay back naked and mauled her. I unloaded a massive load into that sweet mouth filling it to overflowing and watching the cum spill over and run down her chin to splatter on her nubile young tits. It was quite a sight and I thoroughly enjoyed it.When I was finally spent, she showed me what she had saved and then swallowed it straight away.She then took me back in her mouth sucking me as if she wanted to turn me inside out to get the last precious drops of me. She squeegeed me squeaky clean with her mouth then sat back on her. Freddie Clegg tightened the rope that held Mademoiselle Louise Barchant to the solid wooden chair on which she was seated, ignoring the gagged groans of Louise and those of her friend Annette Coursonne as she struggled against her own restraints. Clegg fussed at each knot, checking the tension of the rope, the lay of the cords, the way in which the ropes wound securely around the limbs of his victim and the rungs and struts of the chair. It was, Clegg, concluded, still the part of his work that. Instructive, would be the word. They’d stepped out of the heat of the restaurant into the biting rain and pervasive cold of the Seattle winter, and as they were walking to the car park, she had felt his grip grow slightly tighter - not in a frightening way, she wasn’t one to be frightened - but rather in a way so that she was drawn closer to the warmth of his body, radiating heat even through his overcoat. This. It was a single whisper, a simple request. “Come up to the hotel suite with me,.