She looked like a kid getting a gift on Christmas Day... Bad analogy. She leaned down, and swirled her tongue around the head. I exhaled heavily. Her ...ongue felt so good brushing against my cock. She looked up at me, as if for approval. "Keep doing that, Heather..." I said, leaning my head back. I felt her mouth wrap around my cock, as she slowly moved further down it. She got about 3 inches before gagging, and pulling back hard. "What's wrong, Heather?" I asked, tilting my head."Oh, well... I. They were still a little uncomfortable, but would have to be broken into sooner or later, so why not now. Besides, Im sure Timmy wont mind seeing me any these! Is it that bad outside?! Heather, exclaimed, softly patting my head as I greeted her. I hadnt noticed but my hair was spotted with snow from the storm outside. Yeah, its getting pretty bad. How much longer is it supposed to go? Go grab Lily a towel, Timmy she instructed, shooing him away. I think well into the late hours. Then itll. " And then fell back into the seat and squirmed slightly to ease the pain down between her buttocks. Her mind recoiled completely from any memory of what had happened to her. She could only lie there in the comforting darkness of the silent car and try to concentrate on the soft music from the stereo system.She was going to the Casino to see Deke Vito, to get the contract for Johnny--and then she was going away. She'd tell Johnny what had happened, how horrible it had been, then she'd go home. He took out some more rope out of his book bag and started lashing the poor, sweaty girl to the rough bark of the tree.After he was done, he walked into the shed and came out shortly with a camera and a tripod. Alyssa watched as he set it up in front of her and then started the camera rolling. He donned a ski mask and walked over toward Alyssa. He started rubbing his hands all down her sweaty, naked body as she cried behind the ballgag. He then reached up, pulled the gag out of her mouth and.