The home invasion by Royce and I went off without a hitch. Why wouldn't it? Between the two of us we had been involved, one way or another, in scores ...of them. Hell, Maybe it was more like hundreds of them."Now Jason I am going to remove the pistol from your mouth and you are going to answer me. You are not going to say a single word that is not in response to a question by me. Do you understand?" I asked. He nodded again.I removed the barrel from his mouth. "Now what did Wilma give you at that. The panties fit her very well, and were too tight for me to easily slip a finger inside. Well they were going to have to come off eventually anyway.I released Touch-Me and stepped back so that I could remove my clothes."Take off your panties," I told her, while I was getting undressed myself."I can't," she replied."What?" You have to remove them."Oh well, a man has to do what a man has to do. Walking around in front of her, I slid them slowly down her legs until she daintily stepped each foot. Filling you. Forcing your closer... and closer..."He told her to remember what it felt like, leaping over that edge, blissfully falling into one orgasm after another. She had to remember... and need it again. Need it so much. Desire it. Ache for it. "No -- no hands, little slave. Your arms are paralyzed. Remember the vibrator... the humming... The sensation of your pussy flowering open, then tightening around the shaft. So tight! So wet! So good!"He dangled a sparkly, shimmering crystal in. We both stood up and removed our pants which showed our hard cocks. Both of us had precum oozing out of the tips, and J remarked about this. John and I both grabbed our closest tit and began massaging them and rubbing the nipples. J said she was so fucking horny and grabbed each of our cocks. She rubbed the precum into the heads and it was quite slippery at first. She asked me to grab the lube out of my sides end table. I did so, and she put in both hands and rubbed our cocks up and down.