I pulled back before my knees could completely give way."So where are we going?" I asked."We're not," he replied. With that, he took my hand and led m...e into the dining room.It was classic. Starched white tablecloth and napkins. Fine china and crystal. Candles ready to be lit. I just smiled at Steve in wonder. He grinned back."Don't get interrupted by waiters this way," he said.I just squeezed his hand in anticipation."Speaking of which," he began, leading me over to one of the chairs. "I. Men were again forced to jerk off, fuck each other, and fuck their guards and even their female guards among themselves. Men fell to their knees and kissed and licked their captors feet begging and pleading for mercy, which only caused an increase in the sexual frenzy around them. The captives to be tortured for the public, were re-chained by their balls and led off, but not before a dozen unfortunate prisoners were pulled by their penises out of the group and placed into stocks. These men. Ben tried not to look, but it was too gross to ignore it. And it was too nice to feel. She was stroking him all along. That's why he was cumming so intensely, she just kept milking hum. Debra wasn't sure if she should've let him see her doing this mostly marital thing she had become so good at. As she continued, she could feel her own arousal getting higher. She could clearly foreseen she'd do other things with Ben's cock. Ben kept lying on a sofa, while Debby was in the bathroom. He felt. After all I hardly get to see you very much.”Discussion over, they returned to the kitchen.“Pete, can you make it back here next Saturday? Cindy just has to have another massage before she goes home. And could you also find the time to give me one also. It will be included as part of her Christmas gift and an early Happy New Year’s treat for me.”“It would be my pleasure!” Pete quickly replied.“I think I might move in with you. This was the best massage of my life. I’ve been yearning for an.