I planned to fill in the blanks.They say that time waits for no one and after who knows how fucking long I must have been getting a bit stern because ...he was flinching and grunting and shrieking like a banshee. And I'm sorry, but I really couldn't understand what she was trying to say because the ball gag was doing its job and shutting her the fuck up.Tears were streaming down her cheeks as I continued to work her over. Shit, why was she crying? I was doing all the heavy lifting.My arm finally. Like it was too much, yet you couldn’t have enough at the same time. Damien picked up the pace a bit, and I could feel my tits begin to bounce each time his thighs met my rear — a sight he appreciated. ‘You’re so beautiful… so fucking beautiful.’ he moaned. He began to fuck me harder, and all those veins and ridges I felt had me wanting to cum again. I could feel myself building again, and he knew it by the intensity of my moans. ‘You gonna cum for me, baby?’ he asked. ‘Mmmhmmm…’ I moaned in. So I keep shopping while trying to build up the courage to talk to him but he eventually walks over to the shoes department. Not wanting to feel like a stalker or anything I stayed in the men’s clothing section kicking myself for not saying anything until I found a few shirts and some pants worth trying on. So about 10 minutes pass by dick semi-hard and I am in one of the fitting room stalls with just my shirt and boxer briefs on about to try on a second pair of jeans, when the door opens. It’s. ‘Someone’s hungry,’ Nate said as he came up for air. I blinked, trying to focus on his chocolate brown eyes as he took a step back. It took a moment to comprehend he wasn’t talking about me. Nate turned the knob and held on to me as he swung the door open and I found myself standing in his front hall, being glared at by a very exasperated golden retriever. ‘Sorry Esther,’ I apologized to the dog at my feet. She huffed before turning down the hallway towards the kitchen at the back of the house..