His orgasm was so intense that hisknees buckled and he fell to the floor in a dead faint, spunk still leakingfrom his softening cock.He awoke a few mi...utes later and was immediately overcome with guilt.What had he done? He would surely burn in hell for this sin. He quicklystripped the clothes from his body, threw them into the cupboard, andlocked it. Tomorrow, he swore he'd burn everything and never think aboutwearing them again.But of course in the clear light of day the next morning, things. Before getting in it, I closed the ankle stocks and latched them. Then I unlatched themThe toilet box also had a set of brass latches opposite the hinged to hold it closed. I closed it, latched it, then unlatched it, and opened it.Then I lay back in the contraption and wiggled around. It wasn't at all uncomfortable.I sat on the bench and lay down. I placed my ankles in the lower half of the stockades and lowered my head into the bottom half of the toilet box. I was pleasantly surprised to feel. He asks me if I've cum, and just him asking me sends another convulsing orgasm through my body. He tells me he is really close and I need to stop before I get a load in my pussy. I manage one more orgasm before I need to get off and take his full load in my mouth. mouthful after mouthful, i love it, swallowing every drop, draining him completely. I lay next to him and snuggle for a few and after what seemed like just minutes he was ready to go again. I want to keep fucking my cousin. He tells. Amber took a deep breath. ‘Bobby, I…I think we…I…we can’t ever…do…what…what we…what we did the…the other day again,’ she stammered. She got up, walked to the large picture window that looked out on her back yard, and stared out into the darkness. She was unable to look at Bobby. When she did, her resolve weakened. Bobby was surprised by her statement. ‘Are…are you sure, Mrs. Fargo?’ he asked. Keeping her back to him, Amber nodded. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘I…I really do think it’s for the best if we.