Come sit and rest in this chair.” I allowed myself to be guided backwards, as they reversed me to a big soft recliner. But as I plonked down into a seated position, it was immediately clear this was no ordinary chair. The centre gave way sex like it just wasn’t there, like I’d sat myself down into a truck tyre. I sank right in and was essentially jammed as my knees came up to my chest. From behind I felt a firm hand push down on my head as two curved spars swung over, one on the top of each shoulder. Then the two ladies, one at each side, wrapped two broad padded bands around my arms, their constraint sealed by the scratching whisper of Velcro. “Hey,” I called, to commence my protest, but Cynthia held a finger to my lips. “You will stay silent or you will be gagged, and with something you really won’t like.” “But my cock-cage … it’s digging in and really hurts,” I blurted, disregarding her ominous threat. “OK, OK, calm down,” soothed Cynthia. “Shelly, you grab his other knee.” With indian that they grasped one knee each and pulled my legs much wider apart. My cock-cage dropped to a more natural position which immediately eased the squashing and pressure. I couldn’t contain a deep sigh of relief nor a declaration of gratitude as I meekly heard myself say :- “That’s better, thank you.” “See,” boasted Cynthia, “I told you he’d thank us for this.” “No, it’s …. “ I started a protest about twisting my words, but again she placed a finger to my lips. “Let me repeat, you really don’t want this,” and with that she waved in front of my face what was obviously a cock-gag with straps, but this one was quite long and bulbous and glistened with several rows of short, shiny, sharp-looking spikes. “Do you?” I vehemently shook my head to silently scream ‘no’. I was in enough trouble as it was. “Now for the fun part. ¡Mierda! She reveled in her sex public shaming now. “ Look Sandy, guys like ALL boobs. He knew it was wrong, that he indian was a man in his fifties and shouldn’t be doing this with some random woman, let alone a teenager he had seen grow up. Ryan’s spare hand found its way to my bare butt and gently caressed it. She said she wanted to 'make out.' Next morning, Kate left early as usual. You’ll be glad to have me, I promise.” Clark had a very calm tone of voice when he said so....it was sickening. “How lovely for you to notice. I would choke him out.