It was so warm and so wet, and he had such a tight grip on the back of her head that he began to fuck her mouth with abandon. Her jaw was forced so w...de by his girth that he knew there was no way she could bite him. She was gagging, spasming delightfully around his cock, and tears were streaming down her face. She tried very briefly to struggle, squealing and sobbing around his cock, but he backhanded her until she stopped fighting. With her pacified, he fucked harder and deeper, until he. "What the hell?" Her mind however found the moment to gape.Her surprised only escalated when feeling her mouth move and hearing a voice that was clearly not her own exit!"Have I now?" Ryoko heard it coyly reply. "You've not suffered greatly I hope?" What?" Her thoughts took a turn to stutter. "Did I just... ?"Even as Ryoko's captive eyes watched as the face, barely visible above her slowly shook from side to side."Nay," He sighed gently, lowering his mouth then to within inches of hers."I only. Not Good Slut as the wife takes a whip and adds some tracks to Mitch's butt she pants and drools heavily then apologizes as the gag is removed, Not Good Enough- Big Mistake! the wife scolds as she takes the wand and makes Mitch jump and wiggle as she passes it along her back and sides then gives Mitch's bra a spray of ice water, FUCK goes Mitch as her nipples harden and become pert through the thin cotton then the wife tells her They Look cold. Shivering for a moment the wife takes two wands. Westmore? If there is, I'm sure that another agent can deal with him in the future."Westmore stuttered, "Of course there's no problem, Mrs. Franklyn. Chris can wear wedding gowns every day of the year, as long as his books sell." Glad you see it that way," she said. Idly, she pictured her husband, decked out in a flowing white wedding dress, the ultimate symbol of feminine surrender. She knew that she would concoct some reason to get him into one, someday. It was only a matter of time. "It.