But I can appreciate why gags are necessary.”“Yeah,” Jess interjected. “Sometimes you want to keep your neighbors from calling the cops!”“...Guilty!” Emma said with a giggle.Liz was handed a ball gag, a red rubber ball with a leather strap running through a hole in the middle. Amelia gestured to it as she continued.“The ball gag is probably the most popular, and stereotypical, type of gag. The favorite of virtually any bondage movie ever made. And there is a good reason for that. It’s effective;. ‘Mmmmm..’ She moaned gently, licking her lips. Applying some lubricant to the curved appendage at the front of her harness, she then positioned herself between my legs. Gently pushing at my no-longer virgin arse-hole, she slowly entered me, stretching my ass further than the man in the bathroom had done earlier. My cock desperately wanted to be hard as it once again strained at it’s cruel enclosure. As the dildo pushed deeper into me, I could feel it rubbing against my prostate. I felt a slight. “He split, years ago. We were in Catalonia – or maybe it was Tuscany. A very fit young trapeze artist joined us and, long story short, they went off together.”I’d opened a bottle of Merlot, and now filled glasses for Jazz, my wife, and me. We considered the girls to be a bit too young, although when there was just us, the girls were allowed a little wine with their dinners.“Anyway, it’s lovely to see you both,” I said, smiling. I wasn’t being false: Jazz and I had history – albeit about fifteen. Not wanting to disappoint Victoria's parents with false hope, Aaron decided to investigate the premises by himself first.Clouds had gathered as Aaron stepped out of his old Toyota, a dinged up vehicle barely deserving the name car. The green paint was peeling away in places, revealing rusted metal. In the distance Aaron could hear see lightning flashing, followed by booming thunder. He counted and concluded it was coming his way. Just his luck.Aaron stood in front of the gate of the asylum. The.