My raging hard-on was sticking out the top of the pouch on the G-string. She walked into the bedroom a few minutes later wearing a red satin camisole,...garter belt, nylons and black patent leather pumps. She came over to the edge of the bed where I was sitting, grabbed my balls through the pouch, and told me to open my mouth. She then stuffed my mouth with a couple pairs of her panties and tied a scarf around my head to form a gag. She then found a thick rubber band and doubled it, and slipped. I stepped inside and looked around. There were a couple of men -- in their forties, if I had to guess -- playing pool. A small group of bear types were drinking at the bar. I approached the bar myself, taking care to keep about six feet between myself and the other patrons.The bartender looked to be about five years older than me and was possibly the only other person in the room born the same decade as me. He was wearing a backward baseball cap, light blue jeans, and a Cardinals tee shirt. He. He works hard but doesn’t seem to be interested in me or the baby.” “He comes home drunk after dark every night and leaves very early.” “We haven’t made any friends.” “I don’t have any relatives here.” “We don’t have much money.” “We fight all the time.” Tears welled in her beautiful brown eyes. “He hasn’t made love to me since I became pregnant. He says I am ugly with a fat belly.” Her voice was getting louder and louder, “oh God, what are we going to do? What am I going to do?” Dave took. She was sobbing now but I had already told her that I was In control and if she wailed or screamed, the neighbours would find out that she had been raped and her husband would give her divorce. This reasoing was heavy on all her threats and she could not do anything except do as I wish. I had decided that no way was I going to let this babe go before fucking her. So I put her down on the bed and resumed my act. I wanted to be as caring as I could so I massaged her boobs and her shoulders. She.