It is a safety gag with air holes and all that so I can’t choke. If Ron and I are playing, he will sometimes use a solid ball– he thinks that is s...exier– or will even use a penis gag, but he insists that if I am playing alone I stick with the safety versions.I had already decided that I was going to lay with my head toward the back of the truck like the woman in the video. I think that was done so the driver had a straight-in view of her gaping cunt between her widely spread legs as he drove. “Show me your beautiful breasts.”“Nooooo,” she moaned.“Show them to me,” he commanded.Her hand dragged at her sweat shirt, and she rolled backwards, as his finger tortured her pussy.“Ahhhhhhh,” she whined, laying back. Her hand pulled, exposing her bra.“Lift your bra,” he said.“Ohhhh Bobbeeeeee,” she whined. “You’re killing meeee.”“Lift it!” he said.Her fingers scrabbled at the bottom of the bra, and it flipped up, to reveal milky white breasts, heavy and wobbly, with fat brown nipples, set on. Debbie was such a horny slut; she got us both in such a state that I begged Paul to do it. Bent over, my hard cock hung between my legs as I held my arse cheeks apart. He did not disappoint and stuffed his cock up my arse in slow measured thrusts. It burned at first, their fingers and the lube did little to prepare me for it.Slowly, Paul shuffled his hips in a slow fucking rhythm as I clung to the wall. Debbie had her vibrator and sat on a chair watching. Paul was good, not too hard but enough. "Master Gabe, this is delicious," she breathed."Go ahead and finish all of that. I have enough for several more days. We shall enjoy some each day," he told her. He had also removed a cloth bag containing raisins. He put a small handful into the cooking porridge. Celia had been stirring it occasionally with a wooden spoon that she had also found on the mantel board.When the porridge was done, she spooned some into each bowl with the wooden spoon, and they prepared to eat. The porridge was.