Listening to pleading and begs, of girls like me asking to be let go right before the gag is inserted, harsh slaps, whips, loud hums, orgasms… I pr...tended that I had been k**napped, forced to listen, completely gagged, no vision, the only sound of the pleasures and pain of girls, pretending that my captor wanted me to hear this while bound, gagged and blindfolded…to know what would be in store for me. To make me anticipate what might happen. That my captor would unlock the door, for anyone. ...never done this''''its ok, im no freak, you are cute , i woud love to teach you''my hearth was pounding looking at him he whisper in my ear''did you tough about sucking before''nodding feeling so shy''here touch it , you make me hard''looking around no one seeing himmy hand on his crotch help to feel his hard meat pole''just like that feel it,dont be shy i like you''rubbing his cock over his work pants''you could come home and you try if you want''''i would love to see you kiss my cock on. ’ With that, Tina disconnected from the chat room, leaving Stephen stunned and alone. Sleep would not come easily for him that night, as he thought of the wondrous miracle that had been their relationship, and the cold reality that it was all over. Random thoughts filled his mind as he lay in bed. What to do next. Would he beg her to take him back? Was revenge a better option? Was there a chance that they might salvage something of their relationship? He would toss and turn all night long, but. Finally, secretly climaxing, everyone else won’t realize the physical contact below the table. ‘Mr. Green,’ my husband at the table will say, ‘I appreciate you joining in this charade and you certainly played the part as if the séance actually affected you. Hell, I thought you had an orgasm, but I want my bitchy wife here to submit to my will.’ ‘Um, yeah,’ a flustered Mr. Green will say while tugging his hands free from the circle because he is going to be in dire need to hide his hands below.