Frank. Fuck. Me. Fuck. Me!” I snarled angrily as his cock punched unmercifully against my prostate. “Shh. Keep it down, baby.” He said.How the h...ell was I supposed to keep it down when he was massacring my poor asshole?My cock was drooling precum all over the back of the toilet. I was already about to cum, but if I touched it, I was definitely gonna erupt. He pushed it all in until his hips were pressing against my ass, and it felt like his cock was stirring my guts. It made me lose my. ?Name it.?Holding my arms out stretched to my sides I demonstrated the limited mobility that the chains offered. Then I pointed at the briefcase in my trunk.?I’m having a little trouble grabbing my laptop. Think you could do me a favor and reach into my trunk and grab it?? I asked.There was a twinge of disappointment that crossed his face as he grabbed the case and handed it too me but his smile returned as he continued playing our little game.?Is that the only thing I can do for you???I’m sure. He still had 'that look' in his eye and I could feel his eyes on me from the instant I opened the door. The only name I ever knew him by was Mr. Robertson (I've changed it for this story) but I was about to learn a lot more about him.He told me that he needed to check out the tiles in the kitchen and bathroom because he was going to install some new ones for us as he wanted to spruce the place up a little before it got too badly out of condition. He followed me through to the kitchen and I. She circled the head with her tongue and her hand had found his balls. The sight of her head moving up and down in his lap was so incredible. He moved her hair back to get a better view.People were passing by from all directions as she worked him with her mouth. He began to moan as her pace quickened. She began to groan in response. The faster she went, the heavier his breathing became. As much as he wanted to let go right then and there, he had her stop.“I want to save it all for later,” he.