I tried to pull away but his hold on my hair tightened. Soon he was moving in and out and pushing his cock further in. I started to gag and struggled ...o break away. He held my head tightly and forced himself down my throat. I started to choke. He took his cock out so I could breathe. He slapped me across my face with his cock then forced it back into my mouth. He pulled my head back and forth in rhythm with his cock. The rhythm quickened and he forced himself down my throat again. I was choking. You're not going to mess me up." He tried to put on a "Dastardly Dan" grin on his face, "Very well. 30 seconds for every mistake. Ready to play?" "Do your worst, baby!" With that, he began the game. "Hands on head!" Becky just raised an eyebrow and stayed still. Simon nodded. He didn't expect it would be that easy. "Simon says hands on head!" She whipped her hands up and put them on her head. "Simon says stand up! Simon says touch your toes! Simon says stand back up! Touch your nose!" As he. His fingers felt that her soft satin panties were soaked now. As if by some unheard signal, as soon as his fingers touched her pussy through her panties again, mother and son sprang off the couch and raced to her bedroom.Heather merely reached under her dress and whipped her little panties off, as Kyle undid his jeans and in one motion pulled off his jeans and boxers. The monster, freed from its prison, shot up in all its arrogance. Heather flung herself on her bed and spread herself wide for. The idea of any woman being more nervous than me was odd enough. The idea of Shawn Michaels being nervous at all was astonishing.Maybe I was just being oversensitive. Maybe Shawn Michaels had the same insecurities and fears as everyone else. Although the look on the face of Sam Weathers as he sat in his taxi and watched us exit Shawn's apartment building suggested otherwise. His jaw dropped as soon as he saw us. Then he actually got out of the taxi and opened the door for her."Thank you, sir,".