Knowing Camilla would be, by her usual schedule, still sleeping for at least another couple of hours, likely longer, I took my time about showering, s...aving and dressing, and then headed downstairs for coffee. There was clear evidence that she'd acquired her midnight—well, 3:00 a.m. or so, she'd said—snack, a wineglass and a plate with the remains of a salad, but evidently she'd seen no need for more precipitate action. The windows, I found, were still unlatched.I got breakfast for Asmedogh,. She’d lost her dad to war when she was little: that was twenty-six years gone. It was something that she’d never forget either even though she’d barely had a chance to even see his face: she’d been but five years old at the time.It was late afternoon, and it was Sunday. They pulled up in a local cab and came inside the darkened bar. It was February and the weather was unseasonably cool, but not too bad. The newcomers, three of them, scanned the room for their quarry. The PI they’d retained to. "I had no time to take in the appalling picture she was painting of my future, as she was already locking the belt onto me. My cock dispappeared into a metal tube which seemed to be exactly the same size as its flaccid state - there would be no way I could get even the slighest erection. The belt itself looped around my waist, with two chains running between my legs between the belt and the cock tube. The whole thing had a built-in key mechanism rather than a separate padlock. As she snapped. Touched my tongue to the tip of his cockhead.It was at this point that he lost the ability to use human language. Instead, he responded with a drawn out groaaaaaaan of sheer pleasure.He was no longer thinking of anything but cumming. And he was entirely under my control.I moved my tongue, gently. More groaning. "Babe... fuck... I'm... I'm so close. Fffffffuck."I smiled, "Yeah? You gonna give me that cum?"He just made a noise in response.I started slowing down my licks even more.One lick..