I’m exhausted…’ Emily thinks to herself as her head clears. As her head clears, the severity of the situation and all that's happened begins to ...ink in.. 'ohmygawd...I can't believe he made me say all those things! How humiliating! It was so easy for him! I have to escape!” Emily despairs to herself as she begins to resume struggling in her binds, to no avail.“Grammmgrprhh!” She groans through her gag in frustration, pulling on the ropes as hard as she can. She only works to exhaust herself. My longing to have this mysterious man’s hard cock in my mouth grew and grew. To have him empty his cum down my throat and leave without caring seemed an amazing idea. As it reached half past three, I decided I would go. But I would not be pushed around and made a slut; that I was sure of. It was too late to go now and yet my brain was riddled with doubt, an unusual fear of this man. I wondered why he wanted it blindfolded. Perhaps he was ugly; maybe even famous. Who knows? As I sat on the. .Charles...your wife..." Her voice was halted abruptly as his hands gripped her arms tightly, almost painfully; and he forced her to her knees. "You, a slave, dare to tell your Master 'No'?" whispered John through clenched teeth, his mock rage every bit as discernible as his arousal. She gasped then, and shook her head, her eyes wide and her mouth forming an "o" of incredulity. Never had she imagined he would try something like this! Neither had he, but John was certainly not about to let her. I massaged and squeezed my tits, imagining what almost happened tonight.With my eyes shut tight, I lay my legs out straight. I lifted my bottom off the bed and felt CJ's hands sliding my panties down. I gave myself completely to the fantasy, feeling CJ open my thighs. "Ohhh," I groaned, tracing my fingers between the folds of my little pussy lips. "Yes," I exhaled, as I felt CJ slide a finger inside me. "Yes. Touch me, CJ," I whispered."Oh my God! I am soaked," I sighed, sucking my wet fingers..