The men all looked at Deborah. Her body was limp, her breasts hanging heavily to either side of her chest. Her legs were spread apart, her pussy soaked in cum. No one seemed eager to be next in line.
"Fine," Denny announced. "I don't blame you. We'll let her recover for a while. I think I can provide something to keep us occupied." Denny walked over to me, standing naked with my hands tied over my head. Some of the men followed, while a few gathered around Katie, watching her hungrily. The rope tied over the light fixture was untied and I was led over to the center of the room. Denny stopped me in front of Katie who looked at me with a blank stare.
"Don't look so bored, dear," he chuckled. "I've got something I bet will get you interested." Her eyes flashed fear, but then he added, "Relax, it's not your turn yet." With a glance at a man nearby, I was led to the bench and made to kneel on it on my hands and knees. My hands were tied around one end of the bench. The bench was just wide enough for my knees to spread slightly apart, and my cock hung limply between my thighs.
"Come here, Katie," he ordered. Together Denny and she knelt next to me. "Looks just like a turkey ready for roasting, doesn't he?" he laughed. "You like seeing your husband this helpless? If so, you're really going to enjoy the show he's going to put on now."
The men gathered around. With a gesture, he beckoned two of the rougher looking men over to him. They stood next to us, and I could see they must have been laborers. Their muscles were large and strong, and I noticed neither of them had any hair on their chests. I also saw that one of them had shaved off all his body hair, even the hair around his genitals. His cock hung heavy and bare, every vein purple along the shaft.
"These are two of our very special members," he said to me. "They don't usually join us for parties with women, but I promised them a special treat. Guess what. You're it." I closed my eyes, knowing the next few minutes were not going to be pretty.