I opened my mouth to protest that this was too much. All it got me was a well-placed gag. On the other hand, Frank had to be force-fed his.
Now we were helpless. Bound and gagged. Totally vulnerable to the Masked Marvels.
Right on cue, they appeared together before us. It was hard to tell which one was more aroused. George's d**k looked like a twitching battering-ram. His wife's cunt was wild with bristly pubic hair, dripping like a leaky faucet. Her heavy t**s were the blush of a rose, her n*****s as erect as miniature hard-ons.
George was standing in front of me. Ruth in front of Frank. Like swimmers in a race at the starting-gun, they dove between our legs.
George just did it straight ahead. Prying open my thighs due to a purposeful slack in the rope binding my ankles, he fell on to
