“Come on, give me a hand. Lets get the poor man to his feet,” instructed Cynthia, and they both came over and took hold of one arm apiece. “That’s right, up you get. 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 amateur was immediately clear this was no ordinary chair. The centre gave way 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 Big Tits 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 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. I hope you like fairground rides, Graham.” And with that disturbing statement, I felt my recliner start to recline .. and recline… and recline. I was quite high up but tilted far back so I was now looking straight up at the ceiling. Although I was still bent double and firmly wedged in place, it was the spars which indian had been latched down over my shoulders which were stopping any possible escape from my cramped sink-hole entrapment. “Time to call for assistance. Is that OK with you, Shell?” asked Cynthia with foreboding in her voice. She leaned back, indian bracing herself with her left hand. After the thought passed she let her head hang down, focusing once more on the sex as she moved her hands to his hips, gripping him and Big Tits taking the decision of their tempo from him, claiming it as she claimed him, increasing their amateur pace. She had no intentions of being abandoned. I flopped down on a towel, on my back with my arms and legs spread wide. I placed my hand on her head running my fingers through her hair"that's it honey your doing fine.Just take a little at a time " I said "eventually go deeper"letting out a moan as encouragement . He replied, "When you go to a nude beach everything is out there on display. “Oh yeah?” I asked. You are beautiful!" repeats Marian. What was I going to do? "Oh wow!" She giggled and played along. I can barely move. I was on my second drink, and watching a baseball game when she returned. Suddenly the blade released. JAYDEN: It was looking weird so I decided to fix it before entering school. She wasn't into women, only hurting and humiliating the slaves got her off. Hank knew he was a good kid and that he had just lost control after the girl pushed him too far. They stroked my flesh, sending tingles of delight racing straight to the tip of my girl-dick. Immediately, our wicker body spasmed. "K-keep going." “So it’s pretty similar.”