After Peter took hold of his shaft, he chuckled before slapping my face with his dick.“Are you enjoying your punishment, cock-sucker,” he guffawed....“Yes,” I replied as I extended my tongue.Along with my visual stimulation, the smell of his humid crotch and the taste of his sweaty tool was driving crazy. A further enhancement for me was witnessing his hardening knob growing to even greater dimensions. With his cock now fully erect, Peter placed the tip of his foreskin above my top lip and under. She was making real progress. She just might make it! She was startled for a moment when she felt his hands on her hips, tugging her backward, but quickly realized that he wanted her bent over further and thought, fine—whatever. She took a step backwards--then another, at his urging--without missing a single keyboard stroke. She was now bent over the desk at a nearly 45-degree angle—and she didn’t give a damn.Not, at least, until she felt him lifting her skirt.She couldn’t help it—her hands. I begin to say something but Lacey has a large ball gag that he shoves into my mouth he fastens it behind my head and then comes in front of me he takes my cock and fits a rubber thing on the end of it and tapes it down tight then he takes a clear rubber hose and attaches it to the rubber thing and then attaches the end of the hose to a nipplte on the ball gag my eyes widen in horror as I see the idea behind the device when I recycle Lacey and Takur's pee it will fill my bladder when my bladder. "I heard a little of your story-- is it true that you were ruined by an officer?" Yes, when I was young and easily led astray," she said. "You met him, you know--" I did?" Yes, the tall, dissipated roue behind the bar. I bought up his gambling debts and had him thrown out of the army. Once a year I take him to bed, just to keep his shame fresh in his mind." Most ingenious," I said, nuzzling up to her large, peasant-like bulk. We kissed again, more slowly this time as I no longer had the rush of.