"Lay back and get comfortable slut," Daddy commands. Something in his tone catches my attention. There is an underlying demand. Instinctively, I know ...that I am not meant to move a muscle, nor make a sound. Admittedly, this will be particularly difficult for me. Not only am I forbidden to allow my body to react naturally to his advances, but also I have to repress my vocal responses to the stimulation. Honestly, it is a hefty order to fill and I'm not certain I can deliver the intended results.. Opening my mouth, I kissed the tip, and as he sighed with pleasure, I sank my mouth down over it, feeling its warm hardness sliding between my lips into my warm hot mouth. I bobbed my head up and down, my bunches tapping against the back of my neck, sucking gently rubbing its length with my hand. 

Joe hissed with pleasure as I blew his cock, “Yes, that’s it. Good girl.” he moanedI quickened my pace, feeling him grew harder, until the friction numbed my lips. He suddenly gave a grunt, and. Slowly he works his cock deeper into me, further and further until his balls are resting against my pussy. Then, without warning he pulls back and slams into me as far as he can go hard. He does it again and again and I can feel my hole tearing and stretching to accommodate him. Eventually he cums, shooting his load deep into my ass. He unties me from the table, but leaves the ball gag in my mouth. Slowly I sink to the floor, crying in pain and embarrassment. He takes a few pictures of me. "I don't do this. I have a boyfriend who I love and I don't cheat on him." "It's OK" I replied as I turned to you and cupped your face in my hand. My thumb carressed your lower lip and as I watched, your eyes well up you opened your mouth, allowing me to push my thumb in. "Its OK" I repeated as I pushed down on your tongue and you closed your mouth sucking my thumb deeper. You physically jumped as the bell in the elevator pinged and the doors opened. Stepping back from me you self consciously.