After moving in and out of her mouth a bit I could tell she was starting to build up a mouthful of spit. Instead of letting her let that run out on to...her chest, I went balls deep. I could see the veins popping up on her forehead and neck. After I thought she needed some air, I backed out of her mouth and the drool came right after. Her exposed tits were covered in spit. She was trying to catch her breath some but like a good little slut she was trying to get that cock back into her mouth as I. He then removed the other earplug, then the bit gag from her sore mouth. He told her not to try to talk yet. He took the nose plug off, than unbuckled the blindfold from her eyes. He’d taken care of her for the rest of the night, knowing that the session had reached an extreme level. Now she found herself in a similar situation and even with tender loving care, she wasn’t sure if she was ready for something as painful as that night.She found that she was bound differently, she was laying on. I got a glimpse of him shaking several pills from the bag and placing one on his finger before diving it back into me. He did this two more times, on the last pill he slid his finger as deep as his hand would let him, wriggling it about inside me. Jerome and Maurice stepped away one last time to check the windows and doors, I remember them both turning toward me in only their briefs and finally seeing the outlines and bulges of what I was about to be in store for. I was wet beyond belief, light. Too wall left of the window, a full body mirror leaned against the fairy-floss pink wall, the odd pair of knickers and socks laid near the glass. A domineering brown cupboard sat to the right of the room tightly shut with a scarf hanging off the handle. Harry stepped into the room and looked to his left, where Mel laid on her mattress, wearing her outfit minus the coat. Her bum stuck up in the air, her head swished against her pillow, her breasts swished against her bed, the flesh of her boob.