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She popped open the door and walked through without pausing. She heard rather than saw Brett follow, then stop at the threshold behind her. The walls were a shade of black that bordered on purple, the wood floor was a rich dark brown, and the dim fluorescent lights above draped shadows along the room’s edges. There was three huge bookshelves filled with vibrators, dildos, glass jars full of bundled rope and strips of tanned leather, clamps and clips, fat red candles, and much more. Riding crops, paddles, floggers and whips indian hung from the walls like hunting trophies. One corner held a busty female mannequin that was modeling a latex flashing dominatrix outfit with a sizable strapon. The left side of the room held two cabinets, all locked shut, along with a sleek metal catering cart that carried a pump dispenser with ‘lubricant’ stenciled across the side. On the right side there was a grey tiled shower area, as well as a large steel sink, a coiled hose, an IV stand with a half dozen empty enema bags, and thick metal chains that hung down from the ceiling in front of the showerhead. In the center of the room, in front of Brett, there was something that appeared passingly similar to a massage candid table. It was large, made of solid steel, and had thick red and black upholstery. Straps and buckles hung down from the sides like an untucked bedsheet. The nearest end of the table was split apart into two adjustable padded lengths, both set lower to the ground than the rest of the table. It was clearly where the legs were meant to go. The table had a semicircular headrest at the far end. There was a hole cut through the middle, surrounded by cushioning and restraints. Lily chuckled, almost quiet enough to not be heard. “It’s impressive, isn’t it? Usually this room is only for premium members. Your appointment calls for some rather specialized tools, however. So this room was needed.” “Um,” Brett said faintly. “Don’t worry,” Lily chided. “Most of this has nothing to do with you. It will remain decoration. Most of it.” There was a jangle of shifting metal. Brett turned to see Lily take a head harness from a shelf. It was a mess of leather straps, small steel rings, and a ‘O’ shaped gag. She walked towards Brett, slow and unhurried, with a confident grin on her face. “This comes first.” Brett licked his lips. “Alright.” He let himself be pulled all the way into the room, and Lily closed the door behind him with a bump of her hip. Brett kept himself still while Lily loosened the leather straps and slid the harness onto his head. The straps were straightened and tightened, positioned so that that they were wrapped around his forehead, across his cheeks, underneath his jaw, and around the back of his head. Then Lily pressed the gag into his mouth. Melanie took a paper towel and wiped up our mess off the barstool. Yet now based on the part where they had discussed what the dogs would do to a bitch wearing panties she understood who the bitches were really going to be. But of course I don't try, that'd be gay. He stroked his hand in and out several times as hard, fast and deep as he could force it then once again after several strokes into her pussy he once again brought his hand to her mouth. Sometimes giving her a rapid fire finger fucking. Such delight flowed through me. My eyes fluttered. Here you are, already fucked twice and rearing to go” he said admiringly, Intense. “How . . .” she stammered, blushing furiously. Eventually he made his way to slowly pushing me down onto my back on the floor. On the drive back to the hotel, the Jill’s phone rang. Her snatch writhed about my cock. "Can we put our bags in our rooms?" He'd gone flaccid after their failed anal but now, with her ministrations he was regaining his erection. By mypenname3000 As she felt him place the tip of his cock at the entrance of her pussy she tried to brace herself for the thrust she knew was coming. “She's swallowing it all down,” Shelena grinned. “I just teased you a lot in your dreams,” she said with a lick of her lips. Hearing that, Max let loose with his own orgasm and started shoot rope after rope of his seed deep inside her. This act was very strange to her, she was a young, beautiful woman completing the plans for her own funeral, which would be held in a few days. I nodded in agreement, seeing it all, lit by the flickering firelight and lanterns of our homestead. “Sugar huh? “Right Tanya,” one of the guys said, “we’ll be dressing you and undressing indian you so all you have to do is act like a mannequin; we’ll do everything else. flashing Our gym teacher was a woman, so there was no one supervising in here. But the candid games were only on Saturdays.