Quick too. Within ten minutes, everyone was gathered in the living room. I asked. Ken said. Beth asked. Ken said as he took Thelma's arm and headed to...ward the garage.We were on I-680 between San Ramon and Danville when Jude said, {She's fading guys. I'm afraid I'm going to lose her.}{Oh shit! How about you, Cindi?} I asked.{Yeah, Mike. She's going away. I mean, it's like you're having a mental conversation with someone and they go to sleep in the middle of it. I don't think she's moving. Mistress forced the cock deep and then let go, but I continued to spasm.Suddenly, Mistress released my little clit, and I felt my head whipped around by my hair. "You fucking little cunt" Mistress screamed!"So, did the mattress man already fuck your goddamn ass?" Mistress jerked my head again, lifting me from the bed, the dildo slipping partially from my ass. She spun me half around and yanked my head down, lifting her other hand to my face."Look at that dribble! You fucking cunt!" Furious, she. .i walked to the end of the table, between her legs, and ran a finger down the opening of her pussy,she moaned, then gently tapped it with my crop,she squeeled, but the gag stopped anything loud,i tapped again this time twice in a rapid succession,tap,tap,she bucked,i then walked to another table,where layed my tools, i picked up 2 nipple clamps and put one on each of her now hard erect nipples,then i chose a whip, i began slowly swinging it closer and closer, to her pussy, with a smack it made. I pointed to several items in vain, but in the end it was clear that he wanted some writing paper. I brought him a small writing booklet, and he smiled slightly after the comic interlude we had just had. I barely prevented myself from smiling back, but I knew I should not provoke him. I looked at him, however, as he examined the booklet and averted my eyes as he looked up. A good-looking man indeed, boyish, with a clean-shaven face, dark hair and dark eyes. I live upstairs from the store and.