Whips, crops, paddles, spikes, knifes, blindfolds, gags and a host of restraints were hung up and displayed proudly. Oh God. She whispered. Looking o...ver her shoulder at the man she was so totally unsure of what to do that she sat down on the floor. Please dont hurt me. She whispered. Now, where would be the fun in that? He asked walking towards the closet. Amanda ran for the door but found that it locked from the inside by a key and remembered that he had pocketed it a moment ago. Turning to. It's fixed. It has to be!" he said, dejected."Come on, let's do something a little less physical, eh?" Okay, where next?"Tina scanned the carnival, looking for something to catch her interest. Nothing stood out, so it was lucky Harry spotted something she had missed."What about that? Looks like a fortune-teller." Harry said, pointing to an inconspicuous, modest tent with a quaint, hand painted sign reading "Spells R Us". "Probably a total waste of money, but what the hell!" Okay, Harry. Me. ‘Okay.’ He resisted for a minute, then stepped back with a grin. Noelle got out the tubes and tubs of frosting and little jars of sprinkles in red, white and green. Joe watched and thought he’d rather be icing her than the cookies, but he’d start with the cookies. He opened the toppings while she put the now-cool cookies on a platter and brought them over to the table. ‘Hand me the white frosting?’ she asked. ‘Sure.’ He picked up a tube and handed it to her, but not before squeezing it too. Paul couldn’t believe his eyes – both of his friends had just gotten face fucked by his other friends amazing wife and he could only hope he was next. His position had been further down towards her ass where he could enjoy the view of both men’s blow jobs while Chris was fingering and licking his wife. Up until this point he had caressed some but was a little unsure of whether he should dive in like the others. What would happen if his wife found out about all this? Megan could tell he was a.