I didn’t like him at all but, I’m a team player and he had a hard on so I sucked it. When it was time to look up at Bradley he was already lookin... down at me and breathing very hard. Eventually he grabbed the back of my head with both hands. Then with a shit eating grin on his face he furiously fucked my mouth making his balls slap my chin. After what seemed like twenty minutes he finally slowed down his assault on my mouth and stopped. His balls were pressed up against my chin. Suddenly. Oh! I almost forgot. In bondagesituations you need a safe word, so if you feel too stressed out or wantto stop, you can say the word and I'll back off. Let's use 'strawberry.'If you want to stop, just say the word 'strawberry,' Okay? So here's myversion of 'Agatha's Song' as played on Berrry."She stroked him, scratched him, and tapped his compressed skin in variousplaces, and to his surprise and her pleasure, music came out of his mouth.She really was playing his body like a musical. The bed was really too big for the size of the room, and it had a very girly pink frilly padded headboard. The satin sheets looked impossible to keep tucked in. A bedside table on either side held a lamp and alarm clock on one side and a lamp and book on the other side. The book was by a local mystery writer known for graphically explicit torture and death scenes. A blood-spatter writer, I’d heard her called. The nightstands were fully enclosed with a drawer and door on the front.I crossed to. She did all the cooking with Donna as her assistant. The two were secretly engaged in a one-sided lesbian love affair with Donna happily doing most of the kneeling. James rarely poked Abby but he liked Abby and Donna together.Shauna Hardwick--his mother--62--still quite attractive and in good shape, a woman who ages like wine, a very pleasant woman that everyone loved. She was a compulsive hugger and do-gooder who continually pushed James to do good things with his money. She rarely failed. He.