The suspension chain clinked and rattled and retreated into the ceiling and Don was soon rigidly stretched between the floor and the hanging chain.
“Let’s get this man stuff off him and then go have lunch,” Marti suggested as she took off Don’s shoes, trousers and shirt, cutting the fabric around his arms and shoulders and leaving him hanging by his chained wrists, the ball gag still in his mouth and the bra with the small forms still on his chest.
He wasn’t wearing the confinement cage and, despite his best efforts, he still had a monster hard on and the women circled around him, playing with his s*x and teasing him without mercy. Don wept and moaned into the gag. Finally, Wendy the sales girl who helped him select clothes in the department store came up behind him and pulled a leath
