He squeezes with both hands, his grip unyielding. He pulls your body slightly toward him, causing the dildo to move within you."You will not speak. Ev...n after that gag is removed. That is an honor you must earn. So is the privilege of clothes. It will take dedication and enthusiasm to earn so much as a loincloth from me. Even then, the instant I command it, any slave must strip immediately." Releasing your ass, he trails his hands back across your waist, moving slowly down to toy with the metal. The back seat of Prissy's car was really too small for a passenger.As the two couples separated to go to their vehicles, Prissy turned her head to call back to Shalane. "I'll see you at home. You'll enjoy it, Shalane. You just have to loosen up a little."Although it had stopped raining, the parking lot was almost a lake. Even if most of the water was only an inch or two deep, there was no way anyone could walk through it without getting their shoes wet and most of the women were holding their. She lost herself in orgasms and feelings and intensity. She was brought from her reverie by an unzipping by her head. Her head was gently turned as a cock, insistently pushed itself against her lips. She licked and sucked as she knew how, missed the use of her hands whilst at the same feeling increased sexual tension from not having them to use. Now she was sure . . . almost sure. It was a cock she had come to know well and she was reasonably sure that this was it – funny though how the lack of. I spotted her immediately when she came in the door. My ex-girlfriend was still very pretty, ten years and three kids later. Crystal had over-done her makeup when we dated. My ex had cut down on the makeup, giving her face a more natural, extremely pleasant look. Alex De Villers, her husband, was a very lucky guy to have such a beautiful wife.“Mrs. De Villers,” I said as I stood when she reached my booth. “Please have a seat.”“I’m still Crystal, Andy,” Crystal said as she sat down across from.