"It's ok . I want to go with you." whispered, slipping your hand between my legs as you maintained a watchful eye on my expression. "Is this hard cock... for me?" you asked as you traced my hardness through my pants. "I know its all full of hot gooey sticky yummy cum because you didn't cum for me at the table. What's the matter baby? Don't you want to cum for me?" you said in a pouty voice. You swung your leg across my lap and straddled me before I even knew what was happening. My cock was. I tried to push back, tried to twist and get away, but the headboard prevented me from pulling away from him. Just when I began to tell him to stop, somewhere he had been hiding a ball gag, placing it in my mouth, then continual pounding. Grabbing the sheets, praying that this would end soon, the problem was, he had more plans for me, that would take some time. Closing my eyes, as much as I didn’t want it, a sudden orgasm washed over me, making him smile even more. Somehow he kept pounding,. My god she is beautiful. Long, flowing red hair. Just enough freckles across her nose to be thought of as tom-boyishly cute by some. Flawless skin, firm breasts. A soft, pillowy belly that many a night I have rested my head on while we watch TV. BBW proportioned with wide full hips and perfectly rounded ass cheeks. Thick thighs that have on many occasions clasped my head firmly against her smoothly shaved mons as I lick and nibble back and forth, going between her firm button clit and the tight. I was beginning to get desperate to find a solution to this problem. One Saturday evening, the solution was presented to me. Mr. Phillips was taking me back to the dorm after babysitting his two k**s that evening. He was always nice to me and I enjoyed our conversations on the rides home. This evening he asked if it was ok if he stopped at WalMart on the way. I said "sure". He parked his mini van at the outer edges of the cars that were there and we both walked into the store. He bought.