God,but that had been a good one. It was definitely time to take stock (Actually, it wasprobably time to scream, but I’d only just done thatwith... my most recent orgasm, and it somehow didn’t seemnecessary now.) One: A living blob was stuck in my pussy. Two: It wasn’t just stuck… it was starting to becomeme. I could feel a touch on its surface for – eek! – aninch-and-a-half, now. Three: Only a band around its middle seemed to beattached to me, just inside my. I was under the mistaken belief that the bigclunky heels would make my new shoes easier to stand inthan the spikes I had been wearing earlier. Because of theextra height of the heel however, the platform only servedto match the arch of my earlier footwear, assuring that mycalves and feet would still be stretched to painfulproportions. Taking a step in them was like walking in highheeled snow shoes (yeah I know, makes no sense to me eitherbut that's how it felt the first time I tried to walk. In and out. In and out. Faster then slower. Sucking on his shaft up to the head. Sucking harder and harder until he pulls me off and growls "Did I tell you yo do that?" "No sir.” He pushes me off of him and tells me to get in my knees head down ass in the air. Trembling, I do as he says without any hesitation.I feel his hand smack against my ass over and over. With each smack he is asking if I thought by giving him a blow job I was taking control of him? I cry out "No sir! I only want to do a. ." Tommy pleaded helplessly.Again his pleas were ignored. Mrs. Phillips. body began shaking and convulsing. The young stud had succeeded in impelling the married woman into orgasm. Tommy felt his cock began to throb and attempted to pull out, but nature was taking its course. Linda instinctively wrapped her soft womanly thighs tightly around the thin muscular legs of Tommy in order to prevent his withdrawal. Tommy could feel her shaking. He could feel her fingernails digging into his ass. He.