Interstate Reas Area Whore

About that time Eva pulled down the zipper from the top and stuck her head through the leather skirt. Her makeup would have made a drag queen proud. The fact her hair was buzzed made her look even more beautiful in a strange way. She asked for a drag from my cigarette and I extended it to her lips. She took a big drag and exhaled the smoke in my face. “All most ready for you guys,” she said and disappeared behind the curtain.
I looked back a Ben and he was sitting there naked his love muscle standing up like a flag pole. He told me to lean forward and as I did he slipper a head harness over my head and place its attached large ring gag in my mouth. My mouth so stretched open I could no long speak. The curtain opened and there stood Eva. She was wearing a black latex corset with 12 garters holding up black fish net stocking. Red thigh high boots with five inch heels hugged her shapely legs. Red latex opera length gloves covered her hands and arms.

“Sissy boy, I am going to fist you first. Get on your knees and lean over the bed.”
Did as told and Ben hooked the D ring on a short chain attached to the opposite wall. There was no standing up now. Ben packed my Hersey Hole with some kind of petroleum jell and exited to his computer key board and said, “Already 21 viewers, Babe.”
Eva then started rubbing my anus lips with another jelly substance and I could feel the area where she was rubbing start to go num. I turned my head to the left and there was a TV screen with my ass shinning like a full moon. Eva’s right hand glove was greased with petroleum jelly. First she worked one finger in my fudge hole, then two, there and so on. Soon her hand disappeared inside my anal cavity. Surprisingly the pain was minimal and it was hard for my mind to realize that the ass being fisted on the TV screen was actually mine. After about fifteen minutes of this Eva with drew her hand from my boy cunt and unsnapped my head from the chain and ordered me off the bed.