[Ending 1] [A2M] Release Matt's ankle from between your and Sarah's legs

You manage to shift your weight a bit to release the pressure on Matt's left ankle. He shimmies his ankle through, and is able to lean back and return to two knees. Moments later, Roland's claw device stops malfunctioning and releases its grip on Megan's hair. Now that she's free and not touching anyone, she quickly manages to remove her tongue piercing from Matt's piercing, freeing her completely.

Things seem to be returning to some sort of normal, thank the stars. You lift your face from Sarah's face, ending the French kiss seal between your lips that had lasted way too long. Sarah seems completely and utterly flabbergasted and speechless. You can't blame her there - what happened to her is five times as rough as what happened to you.

The wires gripping your wrists seem to have loosened somewhat, and you manage to shake them free. Your ankles are still bound quite tightly, but Matt is now helping you and Sarah break free of this with a bit of help from his switchblade. After he's succeeded, you begin to raise yourself off of Sarah, making sure to use your left arm to cover your nipples, since the camera is still rolling, as far as you know.

What happened to Chris, anyway? Maybe you don't want to know.

Everyone is collecting themselves together now, except Sarah, who is still on the ground. You offer her a hand to help her up, and she takes it, weakly. You hoist her up to her feet. Her legs are very weak, and you have to support half her body weight to keep her standing. You take one of her arms and sling it over your shoulders.

Thank the heavens that whatever glitch in the universe that made a crazy number of barely-possible things happen in a row seems to have ended.

And then, you slip on something on the ground. Maybe it's girlcum, who knows. It doesn't matter - what does matter is that the next moment, the back of your head hits the ground with a thud. It hurts a little, but you can tell you're not seriously injured, which is lucky. Sarah is suddenly without support and teeters on her feet, turning round dizzily as she tries to find her balance. She doesn't find it, and collapses on top of you. Her freshly creampied asshole lands directly onto your mouth, her knees either side of your cheeks, her calves and feet just beyond your head.

Impossibly, at the same time, another one of Roland's hidden sleight-of-hand props malfunctions. A flurry of colored hankerchiefs tied together in a row shoot out of his other sleeve, shooting towards Sarah's flailing arms. Somehow, in her desperation, Sarah manages to get her arms thoroughly bound behind her back in these bandages, that are still connected to Roland. The **** of Sarah's struggling pulls him to his knees, and that in turn pulls Sarah's hands strictly down behind her back, preventing her from moving and getting off of your face.

"Oh fuck!" Is all you hear from Sarah as her anal creampie chooses this moment to demand release.

And that's how you end up having an anal creampie expelled into your mouth on live national television.

This is even more improbable than all the stuff that was happening before. It's unthinkable. It's unimaginable. And yet it's happening to you. You have a mouth full of asscum, and it's trapped in there thanks to your camerawoman's asshole which is still firmly planted on your face.

Your vision and nostrils are cut off by Sarah's ass cheeks. You need to breathe. But the only way to get even a little bit of oxygen would be through your mouth. You can't see, so you have no confidence that your nose will be freed within the next couple of seconds. There's only one thing for it.

You swallow what's left of your pride, and the anal creampie.