This was too much for John, and his hand ran through my hair, then pushed on the back of my head, forcing more of himself into my mouth. I felt his ha...rd-veiny shaft run down my tongue. When the head of his cock reached the back of my throat, I started to gag, but I forced myself through it, wanting to take all of him in. Another inch and I felt him start to fill my throat, cutting off my air, forcing me to breathe through my nose. Then, finally, my nose pushed into his pelvis. He held my head. ...and feel that familiar ache of exclusion.Lovely patent leather shoes with a cute buckle strap, sometimes apunched floral design and others a small heel.Oh, you can even remember the first day painted nails were allowed inschool, envy the light lipgloss and quietly are drawn to the powerfulyet delicate little silver necklaces.I had so wished to join them linking together and thrilling over eachnew discovery. As for the hair.... those ribbons and plaits so carefullydone by proud mothers to. I got to work moving full and empty cardboard boxes downstairs and acrossthe hall to other storage spaces in the building, once the room was clearedI discovered it had been an apartment at one time and had a couch a Murphybed, small kitchen area with all the appliances and a table a large bathroomwith a large shower and a two sink vanity with what looked like a makeupstation between the sinks.The next morning I woke up early showered got dressed and went down to thestore and waited for Ms.. The only way I could piss would soak Chris and her lover and ruin the mattress. O.K. Chris can humiliate me but I can't disgrace myself or Chris by letting go so I stay as I am patiently waiting for my mistress to wake and release me.It was six forty five a.m. The lovers had been sleeping for a couple of hours or so when Chris yawned and looked over to me. She smiled at me and whispered "thanks Paul" then reached up and unfastened the belt and wrist restraints. Her lover groaned sleepily.