Mistress turned and immediately walked out of the room. Rhonda merely stood and looked at me with what I took to be a look of disdain. I don't know if... it was because I had spoken without permission or because I didn't want the corset any tighter. Mistress was back very quickly and she was carrying the black leather helmet. Without a word she slipped it over my head and arranged it so the openings were over my eyes. She worked the tubes up into my nostrils and then forced the gag into my mouth. Candace rocks steadily with firm, but controlled motions. Luke’s prick never once leaves her deepest reaches while she cries into his kissing mouth with the pleasure that it brings. The boy’s lap is becoming soaked with her wetness as she presses herself into orgasm. “Fuck,” she whispers. “I’m cumming.” She is still firm and slow as she rides it out. She squeaks and moans, yet not overly loud about it. She just plainly enjoys the pure lust that she is feeling. Her pussy soaks the boy’s lap as. "He lifted the underside of his belly with one hand and cupped his sack with the other. His balls were like a massive mound of putty, spilling over his fingers. Vincent smiled at me as he kneaded them like fleshy dough. His penis peeked out atop them. He stepped back, proudly. More drips s**ttered to the floor."They do make it a challenge to take a leak, " he said, shaking and repositioning in front of the basin. "It doesn't look you're ever going to have that kind of a problem." No complaints. When we turned 18 our older brother who was 23, finally moved out of the house and in with his girlfriend. This meant one of us got to have his old room. It was bigger than the room we were in now and that meant a lot of arguments for quite a few days over who would get the room. Eventually my brothers laziness over took his want for a new room and he let me have it, that way he didn't have to move stuff. This completely suited me as by that stage in our life, we had gone through puberty, and.