Pam blinked, and blinked again."Ub-Ub..." she tried to say. Her tongue refused to work.He smiled. It was Tony Sanchez. His eyes glanced down, checking... out her body. Pam blushed and smiled.He was tall, taller than she remembered. His hair was a bit longer, and he had rough stubble on his chin, but he was still as good looking as the first time she saw him, when he took his helmet off on the sideline of the football game in high school, over a year ago.Pam stared. Tony looked uncomfortable and. I was not ok with any of this. I was trying everything possible to break free but both the chains and my assaulter where far to strong for me.While I fought he slid down my body. And as soon as he placed his toung on my shaft I was a changed man. The way I see it. No one knows. My 9 inch cock was throbbing. Might as well let him do it.I laid back and got ready. He took his hand off my throat and let me relax.He began to take my cock in his mouth a little bit more each time he worked his way up. It depicted a gentle ocean, lapping against weathered rocks.He imagined the shoreline and how it rapidly engulfs the rocks, the small birds pecking at the tiny pebbles. He would swim in this ocean one day, he thought. He would swim far away, enduring its swell and its calm luxury when the fish bite, or its maddening rush. The ocean calms him. The steady breeze captivates his hair. The warmth of the beneficent sun, the wind gusts, and the ocean’s swell remain so silent. The ocean would always. . . strange. I suspect while I was out someone slipped me a Viagra I have no idea how we were suspended. But I began trying to get my cock free. Trying to withdraw. And every time I did, the bindings forced me back in. And each time Jess grunted in pain. I kept trying, and each time it was the same result And each time Jess grunted. I didn’t notice when her grunts changed. I did notice when her arms and legs tightened around me. I felt her warm breath on my neck "Daddy," she whispered..