Dusky almond skin, tan-lines from the one-piece bathing suit she often wears. Silky long black hair, wet across her shoulder and back. Her finger and ...oenails painted a cute blue. Her eyes just as scared as her mother, hazel irises staring back at me, at her daddy. The same ring gag, cuffs, and a slightly bigger ruby red gem in her little butt.I have Ella carry all the bags of supplies I bought from the store, watching her struggle cutely with it all. I make them walk in front of me down the. I could not help but gag every so often. His cock was big and I could feel his cock head in the back of my throat. I would come up for air and think his cock head is the size of a big purple plum. I would then go back down on his cock and suck and slobber. I felt a sudden jerk in his hips and felt his had on the back of my head again. He was moving his hips up and down in rhythm with my sucking. All of the sudden he moaned. He held my head down and I felt the big purple plum at the back of my. Everything had been aswirl for the last few months. I was surprised, and briefly elated, thatI had managed to garner attention from the authorities. For a briefmoment of glory, I had been proper revolutionary, even if I hadn't doneanything.The uncomfortably tight device engulfing my genitals was a constantreminder that the rights to my own body were under their control. Notthat I would have needed the access to my penis in my situation, but thestimulant I had been forcibly given kept me. I wanted to save myself for later that night, hoping you and I could have our normal, “after an evening out” sex. I decided that opening a bottle of wine was the better choice. I opened a bottle of red wine, it was perfect, I had prepared a small antipasto also. It was perfect fare for a Saturday afternoon, you joined me, we laughed and talked, and drank. Two bottles had disappeared at our sitting, it was more than you normally drank, I guess you were anxious, thirsty or maybe a mix of the two..