I guess she just needs a little help to get started.” As he said that his hands gripped my head and he pulled my face down violently into his lap wh...ile thrusting up with his hips.It was painful. But it worked. I found myself with his fat cock once more buried in my throat. It hurt like hell but it wasn’t as bad as it had been on Saturday night. And he didn’t make me do it for long. He had to force it into my throat twice more but after that I was able to do it on my own. The pain remained. When I get inside, I lock the stall door. I lift my skirt and take the lube and plug out of my purse. I squirt some lube on my fingers and reach back and tease my tight hole. I’ve never played with it before but it does feel good. I press a slick finger inside and move it in and out. Then I add another. I can feel the wetness in my pussy, his pussy, as my fingers move in out of my ass. I whimper with need. I reach down with my other hand and stroke my clit. Oh, it feels so good.I stop and. I was sure the waiting would be very difficult.The next day was as bad as Tuesday. I couldn't concentrate and a couple of my people asked me if I was alright. I assured them I was and said it was just a stomach upset. They laughed, hoping it wasn't something I ate here. I assured them it wasn't.No one came to see me that day or the next day. I scanned the papers and watched the local TV news to see if there was any report of a body being found, but there was nothing. It was Friday before I had. Enjoy it?” I asked, still gasping for air.“Hell yes! It was my first time too. It was different, and I loved it.”“Good, then next time, you can do all the work.”He chuckled, “Okay, I think I can handle that.”When I’d sufficiently recuperated, I removed Gary’s blindfold and removed the Velcro from his wrists and ankles. “I’ll get us a beer.” I told him.When I returned from the ice chest, we lay there sipping our beers. After a couple of minutes, Gary said, “That’s a real turn on ... the helpless.