The rigid contraption pulled my mouth into a perfect circle, wrapped tightly about my jaw. It was steel, and soon padlocked at the back of my head and...at the back of the collar. I started to feel panic at the extreme restraint - when I moved my head back the collar tightened against my Adam's apple at the front - my body and mind shocked from the exhausting day and constant fear and pain. The collar felt too tight, as if any stretching may cut off my air, and the ring gag brought tears to my. Anyway this story is about the time I walked in on my steps*n wanking, he is 18 now, about 5' 5" skinny with a lovely 9" cock which looks even bigger protruding from his skinny body, this happened a couple of years ago not long after he had finished school and was waiting to start college.It was a usual boring midweek day lunchtime, I had heard him banging around upstairs as I was cleaning in the kitchen, I was putting some clothes in the washing machine when I thought I may as well go up and. I told her to lay back on the sofa and get her legs open. Giggling, Mary was ready almost before I could get the words out of my mouth. I positioned myself over her pussy and slipped it in. I was completely buried and could hardly feel a thing. Her pussy was as big as a tunnel. She had had five k**s and with age, it was as loose as a goose and wasn't giving me any great pleasure at all. She wrapped her frail little arms around me and started weeping. " I'm sorry. I can feel just how much I have. His head tilted forward and it wasn’t long before he was asleep. He woke with a start and wondered how long he had dozed off. He yawned and looked around at the garage. He would have said that the garage wouldn’t clean itself, but it appeared to have done just that the previous evening. Feeling a little more alert, he took stock of what had to be done.The garage still had a long way to go before being clean. He rose from his seat and grabbed one of the boxes. Curious about the contents, he.