It’d been more than fourteen years. But before she could gather herself enough to respond she heard a door open. ‘Matt! I thought I heard you. So... glad you could make it after all.’ Heart thudding in her ears, she managed to look up at last. A much shorter, rather stout man was striding towards them, his right arm outstretched. Charlie’s solicitor, she supposed. ‘How are you, my boy?’ The two men shook hands then to her astonishment, clapped each other on the back like old friends. ‘I’m fine,’. In my little arms it was huge, taller than I was. "Tina! Tina!" She was close but still not in sight. I looked at the glass door, gauging it, testing the weight of the spade. I wasn't sure I would be able to build up the necessary force. But I charged at the door anyway, leaning into it, putting all the pressure and momentum into it that I could, pointing the spade directly forward, yelling. Mrs Johnson came round the corner and shrieked. I hit the glass. It shattered. My momentum carried me. I can hear your moans getting louder as my head matches the rhythm of your hips, up and down, up and down. While this is going on, I free my right hand and trace my fingers down from your cock to your balls. I play with and cup them in my hand as I continue to suck you. As the tempo increases I feel a pair of hands on my head fingers, weaved through my hair, guiding my sucking and giving me direction. I take you even deeper into my mouth and my throat muscles relax slightly. With my nose. -Yes MS boss.As Ms boss got into that hot leather corset that showed her tits and her big dick she told me to get that weird gag and put my balls into the "handcuff".I obeyed and as she asked me to strap on the straps behind Slave S head I relised what the gag whas for. The straps held the gag onto slave S head and with my balls in the by me called "handcuff" my balls where in her mouth and slave S had nu choice but to please my balls until someone set her free. Slave S was on her knees with my.