The cock inside me down below was still hurting but was stroking in and out in a rhythm. All I could focus on now was the cock in my mouth rubbing on...my tongue and now pushing too deep making me gag and want to cough. “Open your throat honey,” one of the ladies whispered, “let it in.” As she said that I felt him push harder, and I gagged, but that didn’t stop him or make him pull out, instead he just pushed harder. I felt myself gag hard, and as I did and it didn’t push it out, I had the. Holding the rubber with two fingers over Anna’s clit, I stretch it, aaaand smack let it fly, snapping painfully against the small organ. This apruptly ends my sister’s relaxed state - her eyes snap open, her entire body taut against the ropes. Apparently, she did not expect this. So now it’s my turn to smirk at her ... which she can’t see because of the blindfold, of course. I knew that.Moving on. The rubber band was an obvious success, so I use it again. Smack. And again. Smack. And I stretch. In the 1981 roll, living at that address was Mr and Mrs Kent, with their teenage daughter Tracy; now I had a surname as well. In the 1991 roll she was gone, but her parent's were still there. Ok I checked the 2001, yes still there, ok they must know where their daughter is living.I was having fun playing the detective, but what to do now. I couldn't just knock on her parent's door and ask them, then I had a brain wave. A friend of mine worked for the telephone company. Yes he confirmed they did. ‘Yes George, you know me quite well, better than you think in fact. Shall we go to your office?’ Kris tried to take George by the elbow but he recoiled out of reach causing a few heads to turn in the rush. ‘No, I don’t think so. Who are you and what’s this about? I’m a busy man.’ George was starting to feel a strong need to get away from this man and the conversation. ‘I’m sorry George, how rude of me, we weren’t formally introduced, my name is Mr Petersen and you are the man who met with an.