Most of all she feels betrayed.Laughter follows, but she still cannot see its owner. She can’t tell what direction is comes from either. “We are n...where near finished with you. In fact we are just getting started.With that, the ground erupts with glowing, purple tentacles. They are everywhere, surrounding her. They come from the floor, the ceiling and the walls. There are far too many for her to count. Her mind is trying to process this new information, this new situation, this new unknown when. Very slowly, being swallowed up into the slave’s mouth as my grip on her hair forced her down until I was fully and finally lodged in her throat.“Do not move, slave. You will not move a single inch until I say you can. I know that your throat is sore, slave. In fact, I’m counting on it. This is only the beginning. If you understand these orders so far, hum once. Slowly.”She did as instructed.“Good. From this point forward, if my cock is in your throat and I ask you a question, you will give one. She admitted to me as she was relating this story, that her head was swimming with lust. They kissed deeper as he held her tight. She said the next thing she knew, his pants were down and he was working her pants down as well. She came to her senses and told him she couldn't do this but he was persistent. Then she thought he could get him to slow down by telling him that she had to at least lock the front door of the store. He told her that wasn't necessary, nobody would come in that late. I. By about 10 PM they started shutting down the bars. One of the guys, a cute young (20ish) salesman, named Art, from Dallas kept hanging around. He asked me if I was married and I told him I wasn't, but had a live-in lover. That seemed to fascinate him. Earlier we were talking when no one else was around and he asked more about my marital situation. I whispered to him, "We are really open in our relationship and support each other in our sexual pursuits." I don't know why I was being so candid,.