She gazed down at the floor."I'm sure you'll do better next time," said Ian softly. Perking up, he continued, "but that still won't let you off your p...unishment. You know the rules. If you can't talk to me with the appropriate amount of respect, you won't be allowed to talk at all."Jodie nodded, still staring at the carpet. This was the part where he would lock the head harness on her, forcing its bright pink ball gag into her open mouth. When she was aroused, having to wear the harness turned. She just engulfed my cock and started bobbing her head up and down. Every now and then, she would look up to me for approval and I would smile down at her. I worked her pants down around her knees and began to finger her little pussy again. She seemed to like this and increased the pace of her head bobbing. I even thought I heard a little moan every once in a while. "Oh, god, you're a good little cocksucker, aren't you?" I moaned. She just bobbed harder, taking more than half my dick. I never knew what my parents did in the war, but I think that had a bearing on the fact that when I was fifteen Dad died of pulmonary disease at the age of sixty-seven, and my mother five years later, of cancer at the age of seventy. I was on my own, but I owned the house and had enough money to finish University with a physics degree. I got into computers while at University and had no problems landing a job in the industry. Not exactly on the ground floor, but probably early enough. My life. I struggled to move my body to accomplish one last thing for myself. That was that I arched my back to rub my clit against the ribbed portion of its upper mouth.All it took was a couple brushes and I unleashed the wettest orgasm I ever had. I may have even squirted but in my present position, I was unable to check and really didn’t care to. The lightening which zapped up from my feet and down from my ears grounded itself in my pussy came into focus on my clit. It made my thighs as wet as my.