The other man had placed a section for where the headgoes. Then the other man dragged me to the stand and the strapped mywrists to it. Then they strap...ped my ankles. Next they take a strap to myneck so I won't move my head. Then they take one over my midsection andthen they strapped my arms even further so I can't move them at all. Myarms were spread to either side of the x formation and my legs werespread eagled. I was trapped and I couldn't move again.The elderly woman snapped her fingers. .. or both ... her nipple was hard. The second or third time I pinched it she squeezed my head even harder and her body shook for a moment.When she released me we started to kiss again and I gently rolled her over on her back. Since it was rather cold in the cabana, I got up and found 3 nice blankets we had stored in a locker in the pump room. We both kicked off our shoes and pants and in just our underwear we got under the blankets. It was warm ... nice and warm. We resumed making out and my. It wasn’t long before Kelly was holding on to the headboard, lifting herself up and riding my face and tongue to fuck herself to an orgasm.I slipped my hands on to her tits, feeling her mighty 36DDs heaving in and out and her abnormally large nipples. In the mean time Jenny had worked herself down my shaft and on to my balls, most likely licking her pussy juice she left only hours before.There was movement on the bed down at my feet, then I felt a hand around my cock and the feel of her pussy. So one time as we kissed I asked him straight up if he would like me to wear one. He said he had never been with a girl who did but said yeah. So I wore a makeshift one made from some old nylon stockings, it worked. Perhaps I am sensing the extra arousal it gives men by limiting my senses or masking part of my face. I've always enjoyed wearing costumes, so maybe that is part of it. Being kissed or sexed while wearing one adds an element of uncertainty that makes my juices flow, literally! Part.