Chrissy’s enjoyment was having a similar effect on Lorraine and I, and our movements became more urgent and I could feel those familiar shudders sta...rting in Lorraine’s body. Suddenly she was squeezing on my engorged shaft and that was enough to bring me to the edge of my building orgasm and I came, pulling her hard onto me as my seed erupted deep inside her. Chrissy cried out as the sight of our orgasms brought on her own, and she pushed against her fingers as she came, her eyes open, staring. All of the acts different in their own way. The evening took it’s unexpected turn towards the end of the show - as a couple walked past our table and disappeared behind a curtain right next to our booth. It was dimly lit so we couldn’t see who they were but I was intrigued as to where they’d gone. You immediately said to me ‘go and see where that goes’, so I crept from our booth and was well hidden from most of the audience. As I pulled the curtain back - there was a doorway that led to a long. Once again I jumped and yelled through my gag as I fought the jolts stemming from my core.Once again, she laughed as she watched me jerking helplessly in my chains.At last, she released the button and resumed her downward strokes.During those fifty or so agonizingly slow strokes, she used the box on me three more times. Each time my reaction was the same. Finally, the time came to change strokes again."This is so fun baby! Aren't you having fun?" she asked as I felt a little bit of sweat begin. The ride is an hour and a half home, and I only make it to Rome as we pull into the driveway and park. ‘So you did meet with Mac?’ ‘Yup,’ I say as I climb out and Damien grabs my backpack. ‘And what did you all do?’ my mother asks as twines her arm around mine and leads me up with lattice brickwork to the entrance of the the two story Victorian. It’s one of my favorite houses of hers, all gothic exterior, wrought iron work, and brick. The interior is just as stunning with cherrywood floors.