. yes, that’s a tongue. I can tell now ... and fingers ... fingers meant a hand. With all my willpower, I forced my head up, and I could see blonde ...hair ... bobbing on my swollen member... My eyelids fluttered, and morning light came flooding in. Groggily I remembered dreaming something about guns and then a blow job. I closed my eyes again. I still felt it, the soft sucking, the gentle swirling of a tongue, the light but firm touch of fingers and a palm trying its best to encircle my shaft,. I figured I’d better speak quickly so she could get back to Sharon.“You’re right Emma, I figured this would be the best chance to talk to you. Here’s what I want you to do. I’m going to come out in a few minutes and tell you that I have to go out for a couple of hours. Then, I’m going to put my car in your Dad’s spot in the garage so Sharon won’t see it and then I’ll sneak back into the house. Once I tell you I’m going out, give me about ten minutes. I’m going to go into your room and I’ll be. " Barbara had forgotten that she had been excused from addressing Cheryl as "mistress." It came out of her mouth instinctively."I thought you would." Cheryl was beaming. In the beginning, she had no idea that her little plot would eventually lead to the total domination of Barbara. She had gotten rid of her husband, finally succeeded in snaring John for sex anytime she wanted, and had a slave to satisfy whatever whim or curiosity she craved at the moment. These outcomes, coupled with the fact. Therising orgasm was too much for me.This happened several times. Finally, I woke from an exhausted sleep.Again the woman was whispering in my ear."Are you ready to try again? Remember, not a sound from your voice, nomatter what. If you have a question, use hand signals." I nodded andagain the gag came out. I was helped to stand. I waited for thewooziness to pass. The woman helped me to walk. I went to the bathroomand then sat at a table to eggs and bacon and toast - delicious! I had ashower.