I tried to bite down on it, thinking there might be some slack in its tension, thinking it might give a smidge so that my jaw could close even slightl...y. Oh no. Of course not. My hands were locked together and my mouth was hinged open wide as could be with no hope of reprieve: fact. I looked at him with fear, unsure of what to think about my new circumstances but realizing that I was indubitably confined to them. I looked at Gene, expecting some kind of assistance. There was only compassionate. I quickly figured out that the more I objected, the more I would get laid. For a couple days I sought to use this to my advantage, complaining about things I didn’t really care about just to undergo some of Heather’s wonderful persuasion. However, Heather soon figured out what I was doing. She called me out one evening at dinner when I suggested we open a different bottle of wine then the one she suggested. ‘I don’t think you care about the wine at all do you? You naughty boy….I think you just. I was in a room and i found myself naked. I opened up one of the drawers and pulled out a pair of pink panties and black leggings. I found a black shirt and stubbled out of the room. I could feel someone was grabbing my ass. I found myself laying down on bed and closed my eyes for a bit. I woke to a salty taste in my mouth. I looked down to see white stains on my shirt and pants. I got up and fell to the ground. I looked up to see a black dick in my face. I felt the dick enter my mouth. I took my punishment and remembered what it was I did wrong," she muttered, looking up at him through soft blonde hair. It was not bright, but a darker blonde and soft curls that fell nearly to her waist. Her breasts were a gentle c-cup, and her hips had a bit of meat on them. She had thicker thighs though her legs were long. A beautiful hour glass figure stretched out on his bed with a dark damp spot right under her greedy little pussy. "Detailed, slave." "I went to work after the spanking I.