Afterwards he told me the gag would remain in my mouth until I gave into his wants. Of course I knew it would have to be removed for me to eat or drin..., but I was wrong. Jake simply took advantage of my ability to open my throat and poured liquid sustenance down my gullet by way of a funnel.As the days went by he would ask me if I was ready to blow the dog. Each day I shook my head and begged, best I could, for him to remove the gag. Of course, he refused, telling me each time it would be. . sparkling tips dripping with something dark.They were grinning ... bending down and tearing something ... ripping and grinding it ... each one came up with something meaty and dripping ... he could see them swallow in the moonlight and grin at each other ... hair rough and shaggy around stiff collars.They were man sized but he knew they weren't men. They looked his way but he must have been downwind and in shadows because they both dragged a dirty sleeve across a dripping mouth and bent to. I came to the opposite shop where we are now so that I can keep track of you. I don’t know whether the Universe is in favor of us, I saw you coming straight into this shop, my heart started to beat faster and excited too and I moved over to this part of the shop, to avoid being noticed by you.I am glad you are here, thanks for the “Awesome” compliments, it was really awesome, and we both laughed out loud, luckily there were the only couple of customers at the other end of the shop.Now I was. Either way, now she felt the outline of his cock on one side and the pressure of a lifted thumb on the other.This was the point where a careful eye would draw the attention of a bouncer. But she was so turned on—so caught up in the contact of his touch only separated by a thin layer of fabric—she didn’t bother. Even if for only a song, she wanted to forget the policy.With her hands braced on his knees, she followed the rhythm of the song with her hips. Just for a moment, she lost her.