“Because I saw you last night when you forgot to turn off the camera?” Jason groaned, loud and long. “Yes. I’m sorry...” Amy cut him off. �...Why? You don’t have to be sorry.” She turned on her cam and quickly clicked her mouse. “Hit the button,” she requested. After a few seconds of hesitation, he clicked the button to view her video feed. “Whoa.” Amy nervously laughed. “What do you think?” She asked while flipping one of her pigtails with her free hand. “See – now I’ve done something. He brings the food to the table, and while they are both plugged, naked, and with Emma’s boobs tied and nipples clamped, they act like a normal couple as they chat about their day as they eat. If anyone could see them in this state, they would probably call for an intervention, but for Emma and Donald, this is how it should be from time to time for them.They love being naked together in the house, they will one day have to deal with it. To have clothes close at hand if someone does come. It will be on my bill."I cringed under her words, not even trying to look at the barmanand started to walk to the exit instead. She grabbed my arm."No, you stay here or I shout it out loud you are wearingstockings. Move to the booth."I looked at her and her eyes were now sparkling. I knew therewasn't an easy way out of this. When I still hesitated sheopened her mouth to speak. "It's ok, it's ok, I'll sit withyou." She smiled at me. "I knew you were a sissy and wouldn'tleave. You don't have the. His veins are so pronounced.. so strikingly obvious!I draw my face close, and allow my lips to place several delicate kisses upon he head... my tongue finding the precum oozing from the head, lapping it up like some bitch dog in heat.. I WAS in heat... I WAS a bitch dog... I was HIS bitch dog, and, I was loving every second of it!Unannounced, he takes my head in his hands, and thrusts his hard cock all the way to the back of my throat, making me gag like some little sissy cunt on a popsicle! My.