I pushed it as far in as I could and found I could pull a bit tighter at the back to get the tightest hole for the buckle. I buckled it up and felt ha...ppy I wouldn’t be able to get it off without my hands being free. Experimenting I tried to talk, but all that came out was �mmmm mm mmm�. There were still gaps around the ball and the sides of my mouth, but not big enough to allow me to talk. My dick was throbbing now and felt like it might explode. Remembering my rules I decided to relax for a. When I say 'large', I don't mean fat, rather the undefined muscular type. He was easily over six feet tall with big hands. He looked to be in his late thirties, maybe early forties, with a face that was neither ugly, nor attractive under an intact hairline of dark brown. If this was Dave, he was nothing like the men that graced the cover of Mom's trash novels, but this isn't to say that he had no appeal.I didn't realize I was staring until he looked directly at me, holding my eyes while he. "Brock," he whispered, "you're going to make me come." Come," I whispered beside his ear. "I want you to come."I kept my pace. I sucked on his neck. I pumped my hips, flexing my butt muscles under his palms. I ground our cocks between our bellies with hard, firm thrusts meant to drive Tyler to orgasm.He arched back under me with a high, straining whimper. I sped up my hips, rabbit fucking as long as his body remained rigid. When he relaxed, I slowed and stopped.Tyler smiled, heavy-lidded up at. . well, she knows about me and Dave now, too. I think it helped her calm down a little bit, actually." Wow. That took guts, Collette. Thanks for doing that for Morton." Sure. Hey, do you think Morton would come to the phone?" Of course! He's dying to talk to her." I can't promise that yet, Leticia. He'd just be talking to me at first, and maybe just me." Oh," she said disappointedly. "Well, I'm sure he'll talk to you. Hold on."She ran upstairs to her brother's room and rapped on the.