I phoned Julie from a public phone booth in the entrance to the works canteen at quarter to eight that Friday morning – she was on her way to breakf...st at that time, and we’d arranged to have a quick confirmatory chat.“Still okay for tonight, darling?”“Absolutely – I can’t wait to be with you. Jen says that they’re in the same rooms as last year, so I’ll see you there. Any idea what time?”I laughed.“Well, the timetable says that I’ll be at Reading by 21.52, so, British Rail permitting, I’ll be. His fingers were being tighter on my throat skin and I continued acting for struggling for breath, I was spreading my legs as people do in any movie or clip,but he kept on strangling. He was not choking harder but hard enough for a role play..but for the time in my life, I freely was behaving as a victim fully enjoying being choked., soon as per the role play I stopped fighting..He then tied my hands with a rope.I got frightened inside but did not reply as per my orgasm as inside I was loving. It came like a sudden summer storm, taking him by surprise with its rush of quick feeling. He stifled a groan of delight and arched his loins up, driving even more of his big tool into the woman's ready mouth. Pris' tongue lapped and laved his spouting, spewing prick; her throat worked quickly as she swallowed the surging cream, sucking more and more of it from his teeming tool.When the last droplet had been extracted, he lay back for a moment, then gently got up from the bed. Pris was moving. I whimpered at the pressure, but the wonderful pain wasn't yet unbearable. "Are you going to be a good girl for me?" he asked softly. "Yes, Sir." Master kept his face passive and took the gag and blindfold from the box, then set the box on the bedside table. I lifted my head as he brought the gag to my face. He tied it on backwards, then twisted it around and I opened my mouth to take the knot of faux silk between my teeth. I could smell fabric softener, just barely taste it on my tongue. He.