?I’m not going to gag you? he says ?you can use this instead?. Obediently, I put my lips around my husband’s erection. ?Remember not to bite dow...n? he adds. Then he places the paddle against my cheeks and I draw my lips in across my teeth. He holds the paddle firmly in place for what seems to be an eternity before pulling it back and smacking me. In spite of my intentions I can’t help myself from gripping hard with my mouth. An upward glance at my husband’s face tells me that at least I. He tightly cinched ties just above her elbows, then linked them together, forcing her shoulders back, then did the same with her wrists, keeping her arms bound in the center of her back. He tightened ties around her ankles, then connected each to the ones round her wrists, keeping her hogtied on her knees. She grunted at the tightness of each, knowing he meant for her discomfort, but tried wiggling anyway, hoping that he'd made a mistake. No such luck, the ties were snug and she wasn't going. He groaned in discomfort as she guided me into him. He was tight, and I was sure I wouldn't fit. Then Milly yanked on my cock, urging it forward until his sphincter gave and I was tunnelling into his core. It was an excavation, my cock inching slowly, pushing aside delicate tissue. His muscles gave fierce pushback, and I became afraid I would do him damage. His body fought me inch by inch.And when he had taken all of me, he reached up with both hands to take my head between his palms and made. After flying around for about fifteen minutes, with Ken at the controls, the instructor looked at him a bit funny. Ken didn't notice -- he was too absorbed in this incredible new experience."Ken, do you realize that's the second time you've done that?" asked Jerry, his instructor."Done what?" asked Ken, adjusting the trim to compensate for some cross winds. There were other planes in the air, but the sky wasn't crowded, by any means, and Ken was just enjoying the... balance... of the plane..