I held my hand to my throat, remembering how rough a few inches had felt, unable to stop myself from imagining what it would be like in her place...Sh... gagged on his cock, even her well practiced throat unable to take his full length dry. 'Luckily', her spit seemed to make the second thrust a little easier, she managed to get two thirds of his massive member before choking helplessly. This time he held her in place until her face turned red, her eyes rolling back in her head...he snapped her. "I thought I might come to your game on Sunday," Zoe said. "Maybe we can meet up afterward." You can sit with me, if you want," Meredith said. "I've been sitting with my Dad the past few games because my game-day buddy is on tour." I didn't think to look for you there," Brock said, almost to himself."Sorry, I should have told you," Merie replied before turning to Zoe. "I have been sitting in Brock's section. The people there are pretty cool. But the woman I sit with has been on tour since July. .and almost like a sweet tension is spreading through out. I feel him go deeper and deeper and then he is fully submerged. And then he retrives it and pumps it back in...and he goes harder and faster. I am getting drunk on this pleasure. My body arches towards his, my hips move towards his cock. I want it... oh yeeeeesss...I wanted it so much. He then let goes of my arms and stands back on his knees. He lifts one of my legs up and positions it on his shoulder and with the other hand starts. Watching me flinch in the anticipation more so than the pain, he reminds me often that most of the discomfort and pain is in my mind and not in what he does to me. I am sure that he is getting an erection hearing the chain go tight with each movement I make along with listening to the charms on my anklet sing with the slightest movement I make. He reaches for my arm and pulls me up to my feet. He begins to walk and I follow him. He sits me on the bench. This bench has a rack of sorts.