I now am strapped down with no way of removing my torments, with no way of seeing or begging for release. Nearly an hour, for nearly an hour he leaves... me like this. I scream into the gag for help, for anything. I am unable to think straight, desperate for a touch, aching for him. The vibrator, while buzzing enough to torture me, leaves me feeling a deep need. A need to be full, to be fucked hard. I need release, and I need my master. I think I hear him enter, but I’m not sure. I’m frustrated,. " She dipped her index finger into the clear liquid that was beginning to ooze out of the head of my cock,and stuck the finger into her mouth,sucking on it. "Mmmmmmm."She put her hands on my shoulders and turned me around. I had to hold onto the edge of the counter as I felt Gran's hand reach in past my lower stomach and ease my cock back into my drawers. She then slowly pull them off of me. I stepped from my underware and marveled at the freedom my hard cock felt! I heard her apron drop to the. 'Denise nodded dumbly. 'I felt out of place. Like I might beintruding.'Ann held onto Denise's shoulder, nearly doubled over in a new spasm oflaughter.'Oh, Denise!' Traci guffawed. 'That's good!' She wiped her eyes. Afterseveral moments, both girls regained their composure. 'They should beso lucky,' she said, bringing a fresh giggle from Ann. 'We're justfriends. And classmates.'Ann straightened, holding her sides. 'We all go to Midwestern U,' sheexplained, trying to hold in her mirth. . So who are we really.Well, my name is Peyton Joseph Gillis, a direct descendant of one Lester Joseph Gillis and a prostitute. People knowledgeable of the 1930's might remember my notorious grandsire by his more common appellation—Baby Face Nelson. Not a chapter of the family history of which I am particularly proud. I mention him only because my grandma told me I looked like him, except for my being a few inches taller. I am a chemist, actually a chemical engineer: Ph.D. Cal Tech. I work for.