Pimpandhost Chatroulette - Watch her suck and fuck and exchange partners.

Chat about the she–who–knew–who. Talk dirty, sluttalk, whoretalk, and give her a nice hard fucking just for you. Remember the "thats who" stuff, and do it to her. She likes the attention, the feeling, and the feeling of control, she likes it and she likes you. Would you like to continue?" "ye," you whisper. "Guess I'll get rid of her some other way. Better late than never!" said Pimpandhost Chatroulette. "Oh you bastard, you shouldn't have taken that from me! It was part of the deal! I said I wouldn't go away and get another lawyer! That was all fine, but you stay here and pay, or you'll go out the door!" The men begin to leave, but only the PFY and Pimpandhost Chatroulette are left. The others are now busy licking the cum off the chair seat. The reason for the peeping tom is to keep an eye on you. We all see the look of shock on your face as you realize it's staring at you. You try to deny it but it's obvious you have a staring contest going on. Some of the others gather around, guys you recognize from the office, and some not so much. You're not surprised by the reaction of the majority, mostly because they realize it's a tight group.

Many of them seem to have been suspended from the firm before being brought on as consultants. Some have hidden agendas though. They don't want you to get too close, or else. You figure it's a good time to destroy your reputation, to rebuild some lost respect. You take a deep breath as you realize you're in for it all. There are four of us, you along with two guests. The PFY, well technically the name was HB – he's the one who'd won the lottery. The guy who's been suspended is our best friend, a former business partner named Pimpandhost Chatroulette. We're all extremely well respected men, and we'd be honored if you behaved yourself, but this is a bit much. Maybe you can be more lenient sometime you won't turn on your clit like she did that day. There are rules that must be obeyed. As I call the guys together again the PFY puts his hand on his hips and says, "Fucking brilliant legal strategy daddy, i've got an idea." HB stands and walks over to the armoire. The door opens and reveals a scabbarded wooden box. Inside are several coils of rope, some leather, some leather lined, some with silk, and some with a metal core. HB places the armoire back against the arm of the chair and presses his free hand against the wall, grabbing and tugging.

The guys decide they've been selected and are going to be the audience this evening. The door closes behind HB. Now it's time for a good old fashion TV show. The girls are shocked and beyond their limits, but the main male protagonist has already determined to bypass their defenses and do what he does best. Grabbing each other by the shoulders and plunging in for the round and successful completion of this little performance, he then begins to spank the boys. This, of course, arouses them and carries over to the main female cast. At this point the guys have gotten to the part where they can give head. They congregate in the armoire, the girl is spanked and marked, and even though she can barely move, she has a mild reaction to all this, especially when the marks show any red at all. Her reaction is to rock her hips forward and send a long, hot, orgasmic jet of cum right down the chute. There is a strong whiff of boy scent as the girl begins to regain some voluntary control. She is greeted at the end of the play by the Hero and Pimpandhost Chatroulette, with the Pimpandhost Chatroulette as requested. The Hero goes to the shower and removes himself and cleans up the spilled spunk, leaving the girl standing and moaning. They all dangle there, unconscious, satisfied, flushed, and completely spent. The PFY refuses to let go of his hard cock until he has slept with the Hero in the last 60 days..