I was at hermercy, silenced, trapped in her desires..."Are we less proud?" Tied, gagged, exhibited... bitch."I arched my back, offering my ass to the ...cock so hoped. My Master pulledme by the hair to force me to get up. Then, with a determined hand, hebent over the sink, opened my thighs, spread my buttocks. Removing thebuttplug was just a formality.Rid of the intruder, i felt open like never, ready to receive everything.A long groan of relief escaped my lips when the manly shaft forced myanus.. She introduced herself and then went on to call him Guv. Now that is usual in a team of detectives that the Chief Inspector or Superintendent was called Guv (for Governor) or Boss. We ran through the scene and I changed it when she called me Guv. I gave Meera a icy stare and told her that I was addressed as Chief Inspector. That wasn't in the script but John Lilman loved it. "Perfect, Richard. Perfect. Sets the mood right from the start. We'll keep that in."On the way back to Broughley, Meera. ‘OK, it’s a refrigerator truck. A truck to haul beer,’ Sharon answered, her voice flat and still quizzical. She didn’t really have time for this. She had made nearly thirty phone calls and was still batting zero on getting an augmented supply of flowers in the shop by Valentine’s Day. ‘Yep, it would keep beer cold, but there isn’t any beer in it.’ ‘So? Look, Roger, it’s great seeing you again, but I have a whole lot—’ ‘It doesn’t have in any beer in it to make room for other things that need. Her nipples were screwed into hard nubs begging for my attention. My cock, still exposed from the masturbatory seduction I performed earlier, bobbed everywhere with a long stream of cum leaking all over the rough fabric of the back of her car. I closed my lips around her nipple and stroked it from top to bottom with strong licks. She whimpered and I slid my hand beneath her yoga pants and panties to fondle her wet pussy. My fingers pressed against her clit as I switched to her other nipple..