Holding bothmy wrists in with one hand, he reached to the side of his bed and broughtup a pair of tights. He quickly bound my hands together and tied ...hem tothe headboard. Reaching down again, he came up with another pair and thistime pushed them into my mouth, taking one of the legs round behind myhead and back up, so he could tie it tight across my mouth. I thrashed andcalled out, but I couldn't move and all that came out was a mufflednoise.He moved from the bed and went to my bag, coming. I love this site as it has exposed me to a lot of good content that is fun to read at leisure. I thank all my readers who contacted me and appreciated my content. I thank my female readers who have opened up with me and share their stories which made this experience a memorable one.Okay, enough with the acknowledgments, this story is a real one out of many early fictional ones that I had written. This is a story about my neighbour Shalini (name has been changed for privacy).Shalini is a. Some of that is because the spouse gets tired of wondering if her husband - or wife - will live through the shift and come home at night. Some is because of extended missions. And then there’s the phenomenon resulting from people living and working together closely and putting their lives in each other’s hands. When you know your partner is literally willing to take a bullet to protect you, relationships can become close. Very close. Extremely close. Sometimes even closer than the relationship. He said, “You will learn to take it all cunt. My wife won’t even try and I like blow jobs, so you will have to learn how to suck me.”I tried to take more of this massive piece of meat into my mouth and only got a little more. It was hard to take and my mouth felt so full. I knew it wouldn’t go in any more.Beth had stepped up beside me and said, “You either take more, or you’ll be in trouble.”I tried and did get it to the back of my throat and started to gag. I could not let that thing go down.