Okay. Yes, fine, thank you, goodbye.” Chloe amateurs ended the call. “Ugh, what a chatterbox. Anyway! Good news for you, dear. I’ve set something up that will let you earn some quick money and get you started on paying back what you owe me. There’s going to be a party later this week. It’s anal going to be hosted by one of your classmates, in fact, so expect to see some familiar reality faces. I just got off the phone with him, and he agreed to let you set up a… Well, I suppose a stall is the polite way to put it.” Chloe stepped back, then pointed her cellphone down at Hannah piss-streaked face. The phone flashed as she took pictures while she talked. “You see, Rob’s parties are almost famous for their party girls. Guys come to get their dicks wet, and girls come to get fucked by half a dozen different guys. But those gals tend to be few and far between, so Rob usually hires help. Call girls, basically. They hang around the second-floor bedrooms. You, my dear, are going into the basement. Rob has all sorts of interesting furniture lying around down there, and you’re going to get the fuckbench. Here, let me show you a picture.” Chloe tapped on her phone for a moment, then showed Hannah the screen. In the center of a remarkably small room, one made sinister through low lighting and scarred wooden flooring, there was something that looked like a low padded table. The cushioning held a shallow hollow in the shape of a spread-eagle body, amateur and thick straps hung down like curtains on each side of the bench’s length. Manacles were chained to the blowjob bottom of each leg. Two small tables flanked the bench, one side holding a massive bottle of lube and a basket full of condoms, the other a small tip jar and a wastebasket. As Hannah stared at the screen, Chloe said, “We’ll put you on the bench, get you wrapped up nice and tight, spread your legs as far as they’ll stretch, probably gag you so nobody has to hear any of your whining, and then we’ll let the guys at the party go to town. I’m thinking twenty-five dollars for your pussy, fifty for your ass? That sounds fair. As James opened the door I shuffled over to the other side so that Charlotte wouldn’t see me until she was inside the car. His cock was all the way into my throat, and I felt his cum start to spray. I just want to be your slut! Touch myself?” she sounded shocked. Mrs. Armstrong's tongue plundered my cunt. We were allotted seats blowjob in the middle of the last row. “Cum in my nasty pussy, Master! Which it is if you do it right,” she reality said with a grin, kissing my lips again. “You can cuddle us back.” said Jacki. She took a lacy black pair anal of panties out and put them on. amateur You were already pretty out of it when we got you ready for bed. His hold on her head receded. “Hopefully about an hour and it should be good as new,” he replied. Dana again declined, and the office quickly became as quiet as it would amateurs be all day. When I got back to my room I switched the lights on and, remembering what Ryan had said, I pushed the curtains back as far as they would go. I returned to wiggling the dildo's head against her asshole letting the vibrator do it's magic.