I looked back towards the living room, frantic, with that pathetic, nasty, wet green sponge tied across my harness gag, looking for Dan. I snorted like a bull through my funny-tasting ball gag. He lowered me down knees first, and I looked down and saw there was a short metal pipe extending horizontally from one end of the bin that I had to avoid. Maybe at some point during all this I took a second to appreciate everything that was going on, but I doubt it. The crotch-rope tied to my hair kept my head pulled up, so I got a good look at most of the crowd. Like maniacal deep horns rising to a monotone low crescendo. His smile was huge when he saw me. “Suck iitttt,” Blondie intoned, giving me a firm slap on the ass. A dick cleaning machine!” My face was covered in cum, spit, and piss. I am a slut. The dark one kneaded my breast with his free hand. It was a solid, rusty piece of iron, with long bars that
