It reminded her of simple times.She was very open-minded and had many kinky ideas, most of which made us giggle. I had previously been chatting with h...r for about two months, on and off. She really enjoyed having me around and after telling her everything I'd do to her through explicit, yet ultimately detailed scene descriptions, she became aroused by my style of writing and choice of words. "You should write some of those um... sex stories!" She typed. I responded with nothing more than. .Louis had gone too far. But Kellie had let him. You stupid shit, she thought.Tonight was another variation on their "volunteer" theme: Bondage, where in order to avoid a misery even worse, the victim contributed to her own torment. Such as the previous week, when Kellie had submitted to ten hours of ball-gagging. Rather than push the ball out of her mouth, she had left it there the entire night, moaning and crying and pleading for help. The ache in her jaw, however awful, was nothing compared. Her intention was to check on the child, but her nosey-self got the better of her and she detoured into the master bedroom.Lit only by the moonlight through the window, she could tell the room was like the rest of the house: neat and tidy. The spartan look of the furniture bore no evidence of a "woman's touch". She perused the top of the dresser and found another portrait of Lila. There was also a bottle of men's cologne which she gave a sniff. Definitely familiar. Finally, she quietly entered. His hard cock stretched my mouth as wide as it had ever been stretched. As I pushed further down I heard a soft, “Oh. Oh. Ohhh,” coming from the tan stranger’s stall. I wasn’t sure how deep I could take, but I was determined to swallow as much as I could of this thick powerful cock. My lip and mouth action was making him hornier by the minute. He was soon bumping against the wall as he hunched forward, trying to push his thick cock further down my throat. I was moving my head, bobbing my.