I couldn’t help but stare at that body of his. It was breath-taking! He looked over at me and I quickly looked away and got back to work. As I pu...lled the tube lighting down, I felt a hand riding up my thigh and stopping on my ass. I turned to see Freddie with his open robe. He asked, “Would you like a hand?” He fed me that line. “I’d prefer two, but I’ll take what I can get.” The rest of the band and guests milled about glancing over now and again. He took two steps up and began to. “Put these on, cum sucker.” I took the blue panties she handed me and put them on. They were way too tight. My balls were getting mashed mercilessly, and I had to try three times to get my hard-on to stay in and not pop out over the waistband.“I think they’re too small,” I suggested.“No, they’re perfect.” She walked around behind me and pulled them up, giving me a wedgie. “These aren’t supposed to be a thong,” I pointed out, trying not to let the discomfort pitch my voice up too high.“They. Groaning in frustration, I drove my mouth just that much faster and harder until I began to gag. Grabbing me by my shoulders, Jeff lifted me off his cock "It's okay. You don't have to do this, Carol." I began to cry as he lifted me tenderly off the floor and laid me in the center of the bed. I softly sobbed as he laid down beside me and gently ran his fingers through my hair. "Shhh... Shhhh... It will be okay. I promise."My sobs slowly faded, as he began lightly kissing my face and shoulders. Even Miss Westlake didn’t seem to know how much she loved girls in bondage until she saw her tenant on the bedroom floor, self-bound and naked. Christine was a virgin, and she had her first sex on that Saturday, when she lay handcuffed on her bed and Miss Westlake was giving her one forced orgasm after another. That day also marked the end of her freedom, for Miss Westlake took Christine’s naked pictures on her phone and promised to show them to everyone if the girl wouldn’t do what she.