His buddies watched, mesmerized.
Talking after the last time they got together they had discovered that only the new guys liked to go first. Going first was too much like being the first on a dance floor, and most preferred taking their turn near the end when the gang bang was in full swing and the “guest of honor” was swollen, hypersensitive and overwhelmed with the sensations.
“Hmmm… next time, give me half an hour with her before we start.” suggested Dan, but wouldn’t give them any details except for a boyish grin.
So Dan had arrived with a black bag slung over his shoulder, approached her with relaxed authority, asked her if she needed to pee before starting, then kept up casual conversation while removing her clothes.
The rest of the room fell silent, listening to his banter while he directed her to sit and pulled out more rope than many of them had seen in their life. “Have you ever been tied up? There’s a certain art to rope work. Rope work on beautiful naked women is even more amazing.” He winked and started wrapping and tying. “It’s interactive art. Straight lines of the rope accentuating curves, it’s better than lingerie even if it’s just decorative rope. When the rope is also binding you, putting you on display, it’s even more stunning.”
Almost done, he rolled her onto her back and secured the ropes while telling her “Oh… and you looked tempting even before! You own this room, now. Can you sense it? Everyone else is captivated.
“Do you know what this is?” Dan asked, taking the wand vibe out of his bag and plugging it in, watching her nod and smile.
