When Shug returned I was seated in front of the mirror, the dryer blowing on my hair. Shug walked in the door, his face covered with the sheen of his ...exertion. His T-shirt hung damply on his lean frame. I smiled at him. ‘I thought for a second you’d run away,’ I said over the hum of the dryer. Shug shook his head. ‘Uh uh. I left you a note.’ ‘I found it, finally. Not before I got scared you were gone.’ Shug knelt down in front of me, his bright, blue eyes gleaming. ‘What, and give up my ride. ."Ken clutched at his chest. "Oh no..."A wave of vertigo and nausea overwhelmed him. Ken stumbled, and then collapsed to the floor, gasping, frantic, his heart racing."What is wrong with me???" he cried out, as the dizziness threatened to overwhelm him. "Stop it, stop it, stopitstopitstopit!" he stamped his foot in frustration, trying to get control of his body back. What am I going to do about the children? What if I collapse and there's no one to take care of them??For the first time in. You are going to be tied up and forced to eat your own cum every day for the next week. You will have two chances tonight to back out but if you do not take them then you are agreeing to the full week of training. I don't want to make you do this if you really don't want to, so I am going to get you worked up, I will ask you if you want me to make you, if you say 'Yes Mistress', I will put this gag in your mouth and there will be no backing out tonight. That will be your first chance." I know. ) Clack unzipped his fly, which took some effort on his part as his pants were tight to begin with and had noticeably gotten tighter. He grunted as he wrestled his cock out and I could feel my mouth drop open when I saw what he had, well lit up by the overhead light. Jesus, I’d never seen a fatter dick. I’d thought my dad’s was thick, but Clack had him beat. I hated Clack; I hated all cops. Even more than I hated cops, though, I loved dick. I could feel my pussy going into gear, getting all.