right now. “Well,” she said, putting her now-empty coffee cup on the table and standing up in front of him. “What do you say we dig a little deeper into these basal, primal urges of ours? Would you like to see the playroom where we bond on an even deeper level?”
He reached for her hand. “Lead on.”
Chapter Eight
When Crystal entered the room they had dubbed “The Playroom,” she was surprised to see Rodgers and Justice leaning against the small bar, having a drink and talking quietly.
“What are you two doing here?” she asked, leading Tommy into the room and closing the door behind them.
Justice turned to her and smiled knowingly. “Are you kidding? The way you were this morning, I knew it wouldn’t be long before you two showed up here.”
Crystal laughed, letting go of Tommy’s hand and coming up beside Justice. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him down into a hug. “I’m so glad you know me so well.” She planted a kiss on his cheek and peeked around him. “Good morning, Rodgers.”
Rodgers, a close carbon copy of Kevin Costner, smiled at her. “It sounds like you’ve already had a good morning.”
“It’s turning into a very good day, period,” she replied, letting go of Justice and turning toward Tommy. “Tommy, you know Justice, my partner and you two seem to have hit it off famously. I know you’ve met Rodgers, our all-around caretaker here at the compound.”
Tommy nodded at Rodgers. “Yes, we’ve met. How are you?”
“I’m fine, of course. Would you like something to drink?” Rodgers held up his glass to Tommy. “We’re just having a small sip of scotch.”
Tommy shook his head. “No thanks. I want to be firing on all cylinders today.”
“So,” Crystal said, moving toward the dressing room where they usually left their clothes when they were here, “what do you boys have in mind today?”
“I asked Rodgers to set up your favorite chair. I hope you don’t mind.” Justice finished off his drink and set the empty glass on the bar.
“Sounds like a good way to start,” Crystal said, her hand on the doorknob to the dressing room. “Why don’t you show Tommy just exactly what you’re talking about and I’ll get undressed?”
“Sure thing. Don’t be long,” Justice said. “Tommy, come with me. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen one of these, but it’s Crystal’s favorite toy.”
She watched as the three men retreated to the back of the room where they usually set up her “chair.” Ducking into the dressing room, she hurriedly pulled the T-shirt dress over her head and hung it on a hanger. She checked herself in the mirror, hands on hips, turning sideways. “Not bad,” she told her reflection. “I don’t see any sign of sagging just yet.”
“Crystal!” Tommy called out from the other room. “Where are you, babe?”
Oh, he’s anxious. Justice must have explained the chair. Crystal opened the door and stalked toward the back of the room. “I’m here,” she said, pressing herself against Tommy. “Let’s bond.”
Tommy groaned and caught her head in his hands, capturing her mouth with his lips. He tasted of coffee, his tongue invading her mouth and thrusting in and out of it as if fucking her. She shuddered beneath the force of it, her pussy awakening with anticipation.
Tommy broke the kiss and looked down into her eyes. “They tell me you like to be watched while you get yourself off in that chair. I can’t wait to see it.” He took her hand and led her toward the inflatable fucking machine she called “her chair.”
The three men worked together, positioning her on the chair on her back. The chair was shaped slightly like a check mark with shackles placed at strategic points. Rodgers handcuffed her wrists to the edge of the chair above her head, pulling her breasts high and taut. Justice worked on her ankles, securing them to the bottom of the chair, near the floor and bending her knees at an angle. She watched
He reached for her hand. “Lead on.”
Chapter Eight
When Crystal entered the room they had dubbed “The Playroom,” she was surprised to see Rodgers and Justice leaning against the small bar, having a drink and talking quietly.
“What are you two doing here?” she asked, leading Tommy into the room and closing the door behind them.
Justice turned to her and smiled knowingly. “Are you kidding? The way you were this morning, I knew it wouldn’t be long before you two showed up here.”
Crystal laughed, letting go of Tommy’s hand and coming up beside Justice. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him down into a hug. “I’m so glad you know me so well.” She planted a kiss on his cheek and peeked around him. “Good morning, Rodgers.”
Rodgers, a close carbon copy of Kevin Costner, smiled at her. “It sounds like you’ve already had a good morning.”
“It’s turning into a very good day, period,” she replied, letting go of Justice and turning toward Tommy. “Tommy, you know Justice, my partner and you two seem to have hit it off famously. I know you’ve met Rodgers, our all-around caretaker here at the compound.”
Tommy nodded at Rodgers. “Yes, we’ve met. How are you?”
“I’m fine, of course. Would you like something to drink?” Rodgers held up his glass to Tommy. “We’re just having a small sip of scotch.”
Tommy shook his head. “No thanks. I want to be firing on all cylinders today.”
“So,” Crystal said, moving toward the dressing room where they usually left their clothes when they were here, “what do you boys have in mind today?”
“I asked Rodgers to set up your favorite chair. I hope you don’t mind.” Justice finished off his drink and set the empty glass on the bar.
“Sounds like a good way to start,” Crystal said, her hand on the doorknob to the dressing room. “Why don’t you show Tommy just exactly what you’re talking about and I’ll get undressed?”
“Sure thing. Don’t be long,” Justice said. “Tommy, come with me. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen one of these, but it’s Crystal’s favorite toy.”
She watched as the three men retreated to the back of the room where they usually set up her “chair.” Ducking into the dressing room, she hurriedly pulled the T-shirt dress over her head and hung it on a hanger. She checked herself in the mirror, hands on hips, turning sideways. “Not bad,” she told her reflection. “I don’t see any sign of sagging just yet.”
“Crystal!” Tommy called out from the other room. “Where are you, babe?”
Oh, he’s anxious. Justice must have explained the chair. Crystal opened the door and stalked toward the back of the room. “I’m here,” she said, pressing herself against Tommy. “Let’s bond.”
Tommy groaned and caught her head in his hands, capturing her mouth with his lips. He tasted of coffee, his tongue invading her mouth and thrusting in and out of it as if fucking her. She shuddered beneath the force of it, her pussy awakening with anticipation.
Tommy broke the kiss and looked down into her eyes. “They tell me you like to be watched while you get yourself off in that chair. I can’t wait to see it.” He took her hand and led her toward the inflatable fucking machine she called “her chair.”
The three men worked together, positioning her on the chair on her back. The chair was shaped slightly like a check mark with shackles placed at strategic points. Rodgers handcuffed her wrists to the edge of the chair above her head, pulling her breasts high and taut. Justice worked on her ankles, securing them to the bottom of the chair, near the floor and bending her knees at an angle. She watched
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