Let me think. Um... OK maybe it was Randy Stokes? Why Dad? What's wrong?" Mark was looking at him queerly."Stokes!" Chuck said under his breath. "Rand... Stokes. Who is he? Where does he live? What's he look like?" Chuck didn't know it, but he looked dangerous while he asked these questions.Mark backed up a step. "He's gone Dad. He moved away. Last year. I mean this summer."Chuck asked again. "What does this Randy look like? Build? Hair? Stuff like that."Again, had Chuck been thinking more. Mostly, however, he would pull out before cumming and jerk off on my stomach, face, or sometimes come directly out of my asshole into my mouth. I loved watching his face and body as he came, seeing those long white jets of hot cum shoot out of his cock, and feeling them on my naked skin or shoot down my throat, we both wanted the pleasure and intimacy of him being able to drain every single drop of cum in his nuts deep inside of me.But in May, I went to his hotel room after he had just returned. "This gag, Deb, is soyour mouth can be accessed at any time, whether you want it or not. I don'tthink your candy-assed boyfriend would use it properly, do you?" hewhispered, a sinister lilt in his voice. "Now, turn around, facing the bedand get on your knees." Obediently, she settled toher knees, crossed emotions and thoughts passing through her. Her nerves were closeto her skin and she began to breathe in short quick breaths. What would she do,she wondered, if he did decide to take her? What. But there was no escaping the pleasure. Her insistent wanking wasbringing me closer, and the shame of my clothing only added to my risingneed."Are you going to cum for me now, slut? Are you going to shoot your loadfor me? Feel the butt plug inside you. Mmmmm, I bet you're loving it,aren't you? Loving the hard cock inside you. Think how much better itwill feel when I fuck you."I cried out in pleasure, but the gag turned it into a muffled, animalgrunt. I couldn't form words any more. My grunting.