She lifted her hand trying to touch, the ease it, but her wrists jerked to a stop a few inches above the slab, the leather cuff and steel chain doing ...their job. The hooks in her nose had gone, she could move her neck. Twisting gently, looking left and right, she could see nothing but the drab walls of the cell; but something caught her eye, a dark object below her nose. She tried to peer down, but could see no clearer.The door opened, and the woman returned, her heels tapping on the stone. They were like a couple of naughty schoolgirls, giggling and whispering while they eyed the one boy around, namely me, sharing tittering comments. Of course I had a fairly good idea of what they might be saying. My bulging erection was straining in my pants as I looked at my girlfriend and her twin sharing meaningful glances with each other before turning to me. And, all the while, they ran their hands along the other's thighs and arms, rubbing their bodies together and whispering into each. She jumped when I reached her nipple but then sighed in pleasure. My lips drew her nipple into my mouth lightly but I sucked more assertively. Gaby moaned, her hands on my head pressing me to her breast. I opened my mouth wide to draw in as much of her breast as I could fit in my mouth…it felt lovely to me and I know that it excited her.But now she was pushing me downward again…over her belly where I kissed her lightly. When my lips reached her pussy hair I resisted her push and looked at. “Doraleeeeeeeeeeeeeeee…ahhhhh…”It was magic to see Mrs. Haynes help Mrs. Armstrong to finally orgasm after days without having a proper nice climax. When she finally came to herself again, she climbed on her lover and gave a kiss she will never forget. “Whoa… wouldn’t be a ‘thank you very much’ fit better?”“This is how I thank the ones who fuck me”“Bet George got many of these… well, not only him”“I like to thank them the way they should be”“Hmmm… dirty girl you are Lucille”“Guess this dirty.