Cuffed and stuffed, just the way you like me. The door shuts and I start to panic. My heart races as the room turns black again and the silence is dea...fening. I don't dare scream for I've learned my lesson the last time I did that. I still have marks from that lesson. I hear screaming in another room nearby from my guest bedroom, their not screams of fear but of lust. For what seemed an eternity, I lay there and wait. Wait for the screams to stop, wait for you to come back and release me.. I believe you. Don't shoot the messenger," she whispered as she walked out of the office. "What took you so God damned long to get back to me," I asked. "I do occasionally take a vacation," laughed Monty Burns. "Besides, what were my final instructions to you last week before I left?" "Ha ha fucking ha," I said, remembering that he'd told me not into get into any trouble while he was gone. "Alright so far, all I've had time to do is put a couple of. ” I grunted, as I felt my balls tighten. She held her mouth still on me, most of my cock inside her. Sucking hard as if she wanted to milk it of all its cum. With a harsh grunt I came, pumping a thick load of cum into her willing mouth. I emptied my cum into her soft, warm, mouth as she willingly sucked on me, swallowing it all, with soft murmurs of deep pleasure. I grunted hard, with my fingers wrapped tightly in her hair as I emptied every drop of cum into her mouth. She held my cock inside. Horses could take care of themselves; they aren't fussy eaters and were always thankful for small favors like a carrot. None of this rhinestone collared business. Given a choice, Mimi would have chosen working on a horse farm to a dog kennel, but she quickly checked herself: There you go again... never satisfied, she chided herself, feeling the summer winds--a rarity for the scorching Sacramento Valley--whip across her face in caressing touches. Thank God I have my hair in pigtails, she.