You feel my teeth?. It after all is not sick, it simply is extremely pleasant...I play with It at myself in a mouth... Doing a rotary motion by langua...e, I hear your groan, it dements me...I rise a little, I look in your eyes... About, I have read what desire in them!.I feel one more passionate kiss on the lips... Your uvula travels at me in a mouth...You strong embrace me, press to yourself... I am rolled on a back... I feel on myself weight of your body...You kiss me on the mouth... I whisper. . okay... thank you," I managed to mumble out. I'd be much betterwithout the cage on, you daft bitch, I wanted to say, but I felt some ofMiss Stevens' lessons about being polite were finally starting to sinkin. "It's tight," I added."It's supposed to be," Miss Stevens nodded. "If you had too much room inthere you'd be able to get a little bit erect, which believe me would bemore uncomfortable than complete suppression is. Nevertheless, let meinspect it to ensure it's not come loose or snagged. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his tip. Once again, I felt a lot less grossed out about being a glory hole cock sucker. I was still handcuffed, with my face chained to the glory hole, but I didn't feel like I was being forced anymore.I wanted to do this now. My distraction away from the cock in my mouth was quickly ended when his small, flaccid cock enlarged into a long, fairly thick piece of meat. He was a grower, and as I backed up in awe to get a good look at his beautiful. Can you find that piece of yourself, Jay?’ ‘Yes, My Lady.’ Jay knew that he was that piece of self-will, that little tiny part of him that still resisted. Part of him wondered if he wasn’t still under Matilda’s control, if this room wasn’t the illusion and the real him was naked in Matilda’s bedroom, talking to her…but then he took a sip of his instant coffee and grimaced. No illusion could taste that bad. But the memory continued to unfold behind his eyes. He was hearing himself speak to her.