Tina crawled toward the edge of the table and wrapped her hands around the base of the plastic phallus. She kissed the massive head of it, licking her own thick cream off of it before stretching her lips around it. Her eyes scanned the motley fucks seated in front of her, begging them silently for what they'd come here for. She forced her mouth over the slimy silicone prick as far as she could manage. Her lips and face were perversely stretched and distorted around it, though she had taken less than half of it.

One of them said: 'Is that all you can fucking manage? You told us that you were the best cocksucker around, for fuck's sake!'

'Maybe she just needs a bit of motivation,' said another, and he stood and removed his belt.

I looked down at my wife's face. The first man that had stood up had a handful of her hair in one hand, pressing down on the back of her head, the other clamped around her jaw...