If I want something I just ask and if it offends you grow up. I have some very kinky fantasies and I am hoping to have one come true.I want to be hand...uffed, blindfolded and transported in a Large Dog crate to the destination of my humiliation. I have no idea where I am being taken and am both excited and scared. I can hear voices but not understand what they are saying. After a medium length ride we come to a stop. I hear the people exit the vehicle and then the back opens where I am. My crate. She swallowed her son’s load, kissed him on the forehead and went off to bed. Billy put his deflated cock back into his pants, and he fell fast asleep dreaming of his mother and rock n roll.Thanks to his mothers help Billy’s band continues to get more and more popular, soon playing five nights a week. The other women could not keep up with the rock n roll lifestyle, but they soon stopped going to the shows. Yet Christine continued to be a fuck toy for her son, his band, complete strangers she. It was such a different experience. No warm, wet mouth, nor flailing tongue caressed my cock. But the pressure was there mixed with strange gusts that teased of the sensitive crown. My fingers clenched against the tree.What was causing it? A monster? Something with the power to control the air?A giggle echoed through the woods. Something mischievous. My eyes darted around as the pressure swelled in my balls. The sucking air bobbed up and down my cock, taking more and more of my shaft, engulfing. .. other projects."Bill sagged with disappointment, knowing that this would likely be his last chance to mindlessly sink himself into Amy's gigantic curves. The sight of her body soon renewed his need to shoot his shot, however, and he found himself begging her for one more go, for old times' sake.Amy knew that she could easily catch her choice of younger, tastier prey, but Bill was already here and, from the bulge in his pants, ready to go."Ok Billy, I suppose I've got a few minutes to spare.