“We’ve both missed you.”She glanced up at me, smiled, then crammed him deep inside her mouth. Jenny could give great blow jobs, including deep t...roating. She had perfected her technique by practicing for hours, usually on me back when we were in high school. We’d both been super competitive jocks, still are, and learning how to deep throat had somehow become a physical challenge she couldn’t resist. By trial and error, we'd figured out that the absolutely best way was in a sixty-nine with her. " I ordered again, pointing to a spot on the ground, "Do not move."I grabbed her chain, stood up on the step stool, and ran it up through a ring in the ceiling."What... why are you..." she trailed off, beginning to sob again.I pulled the chain snug. I left her enough slack to stand flat-footed, by very little extra. She couldn't move more than about a foot in any direction without chocking herself."Please!" she begged, "I don't want to... please! Let me go!" Baby, gag her." I ordered."No! No!. By the end of the second week of practice with Sue, I could see her clearly and anything else that she was looking at. By the way, Sue wore glasses, and the eye correction worked for me, too, because I was not actually using her eyes but was reading her mind after it had interpreted what she was looking at. It was amusing that she could read a book or a newspaper, and I could read it along with her.Yes, I did eventually find out where she was. She was in a secret laboratory about 1,200 miles. I was already oozing some precum as I looked at her beautifully painted toes. She ran her hand up and down my cock, playing with the foreskin and massaging my frenulum, the most sensitive spot on my dick. “I’ve heard that you shoot some massive cumshots. Is that true?” Shari asked as she continued to jack my prick. “If you keep that up, you will find out all on your own,” I said. The truth was there was something so damn sexy about Shari’s legs and feet that I was already on the verge of.