.Hot-pink open-face hood goes over the doll's bald rubber head, sealed inby the neck corset wrapped around its neck, holding my head rigidly upand for...ward, but not compressing my throat too much - I will need plentyof room in there for what will cum inside in the next could of days. Now,with my mouth and throat stuffed, I cannot even moan, just breathethrough my nose in labored, shallow breath.My legs are released, and one-by-one are inserted into knee-high, heavy-rubber, almost-ballet pony. You never told me why it is you like the scene so much."She looked a little startled. They'd often done scene negotiation, but never had much discussion beyond that."You know what I like Ken," she said."I know what you tell me you like, yes. However, that wasn't what I asked. I asked why you like BDSM."She frowned. She didn't want to go there. She'd had a bad day at work and just wanted a little relief."Ken, we've been sceneing for almost two years. You know I'm into it." Going for the. Mark indicated that he'd settle for a pint of whatever I was having. Caroline leaned towards me again. She smiled wickedly and spoke in a tone of voice I can only describe as puckish. "I'm a cum guzzling fuck slut and I want to drink your spunk."I sat in shock, mouth agape. Mark started laughing. Caroline blinked her eyelashes coquettishly at me, looking as though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Recovering my composure somewhat, I replied with the wittiest retort I could think of. "If I let. "It needs a while to warm up," I explained, "Sit down, you hungry?" Oh yes," she quipped, "I'll have the soup of the day, then Pate de Fois gras." and the magic was back for a second and then she stopped, sort of gulped and she was a whore again, a piece of meat, just a hole to fuck."I got vegetable soup," I agreed, "It's ok with sausage rolls," she didn't look too impressed with my culinary talents. "You got aids?" I asked, "Hiv?" N'no, I'm very careful, very, why?" she said."I'm fucking you.