Because poor Ted had
demonstrated that he might lose his self-control, our hostess decided to restrain
him. She crossed the room to the mantelpiece and when she returned and pulled
him up off the floor, she told him to put his hands behind his back, then she
clipped handcuffs around his wrists. He sat on the floor in front of all of us
wearing security grade steel cuffs decorated with ridiculous pink fluff, he
looked humiliated.
He was man-handled off the
floor and dropped onto the sofa. I pulled his shorts and his underpants off and
threw them across the room. As I had made myself cum and my flatmate had worked
her oral magic on Eva, we were happy to join him on the couch. The Model, who
was as yet unsatisfied, had different ideas. She unbuttoned her mini-skirt and
made a great display of pulling off her little black knickers. She walked up to
him in her high heeled thigh length boots and curled her hand behind the Irishman’s head and pulled his face against
her cunt, fucking his mouth as we looked on.
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