”She moved on to the gag that Sherri was holding. That one was black rubber and penis shaped. It looked like a strap-on dildo, but with the strap re...versed.“As I also mentioned, I prefer this type when I do use a gag on a slave. The cock shape serves two purposes. It gets the slave used to the feeling of having a cock in their mouth, be they male or female; the benefits of that should be obvious.” That got a round of laughter from everyone but me. She continued.“And it is more humiliating for. Here I was facing the light, and this area was indeed well lit. There were trees and bushes in abundance, yet we were easily visible a long distance in either direction along the path, and I suspect from some points across the small lake. As this young guy took me into his arms and guided me into position, all I could think about was my growing need to see this through. I was truly unaware just how risky and ludicrous my behavior was. Or perhaps more to the point, I was allowing the thrill to. It slid all the way into my mouth, thick enough to keep me from spilling a drop as my tongue moved from the gently-textured head to the slightly firmer shaft. I tried to trace every vein along it, but there’s no way I could’ve kept my focus while looking at it, let alone with the whole thing in my mouth.At this point, I was all but finger-fucking my ass, stretching it out and pushing that P-button as fast and as hard as I could, but none of it felt as good as the feeling of the lube sloshing in. For lack of anything better to do, I ate. I kept my mouth full so I couldn't talk. Gramps eventually went back to reading. As soon as I was done I said I was going over to Johns and left the kitchen. I got dressed and then left the house, but I didn't go to John's.That's because it was seven-thirty on a Sunday morning.There were some woods over behind the grocery store. I had to cross the railroad tracks to get there, and there was trash of all kinds scattered all over the place. Some of it was.