She was making small gagging noises, her belly moving up and down slowly, but she kept the rubber cock planted firmly in her throat. He'd brought the ...ear to the room an hour before. It was a simple contraption and she fit into it exactly. He inspected her thoroughly, taking his time, crouching down and going over her inch by inch. Her knees were exactly fourteen inches apart and held by leather straps into two iron gourd-shaped supports. Her ankles were behind her, toes pointed straight back,. Don’t beg.”I kneel down and start to work her buttocks. They are warm to the touch and a can feel the warmth of her hot blood on my face, the smell almost makes me drool, and I can hear her wet lips smacking together as I dig my claws into her buttocks. she’s about to boil over.I grasp her rump, raise her buttocks and part them at the bottom then put my nose between her legs so I can smell her sex as I touch her sweet quim with the tip of my tongue. I inhale her sex. “Mmm du richt so gut.”The. I gently patted her back and stroked her hair in fake pity while never gazing away from her nipples till she asked me whether I thought she was pretty. That's it. Now I knew this was definitely going somewhere. So I replied yes, chugged the rest of the wine, took her glass and put it on the table and held her face in my hands, forcing her in for a kiss. She caved. Her lips and tongue felt like heaven the way I'd never felt it. I could feel my pants getting tighter and I hadn't even taken her. I used to dress up in the van and find somewhere quiet. I also used to dress up in the returned clothes. Beaautiful dresses, stilettos, leather skirts, I'd try them all on, drive round in them and then park up somewhere quiet and jerk off. One day, I deceided I wanted to know what is was like to be fucked by a man. I called a chat line and got talking to a guy. We deceided to meet up at his flat, one day. I wore my black thong, black knee high boots, my ass tight jeans and a tight top. He.