I try to bring my sexual frustration under control since I know that he will be leaving any moment, but my crotch won’t let me go so easily, it dema...ds relief! I figure that once he leaves I will masturbate myself to a quick climax to ease the tension and then get up and wash the rest of my sexual frustration down the drain. I hear the swing of a door, followed by the click of the lock. Rolling over, my hand immediately flies to my pussy, my lips already puffy and slick with my own juices. I. So I removed both her top and her skirt. But I left her underwear on. I may have been aroused, I was not a pervert. Once she was down to her skivvies, I manage to roll her over and pull aside the covers. I then rolled her over once more and she was ready for bed. Well, almost. First, I took a good long look at her beautiful figure. When I felt like enough of a creep, I pulled the covers over her and headed out of the room, making sure to close the door behind me. The dog followed me out and did. “That’s the problem.” Jack sounded tired. “I’m torn. My instincts are pulling me in different directions.”“Fight or run,” Lace said, sounding like she understood.“Yes, precisely. But either choice means I might lose something very important to me,” Jack said “At least here, in the middle with no choice made, I might not have what I want but I can still see the important things and know they are safe.”“You aren’t really talking about things, are you. You’re talking about people,” Lace felt like. You're about to close your mouth when you feel my fingers forcing it open again and immediately comply, but this time finding something hard and round, which your tongue tells you is plastic, pushed inside. Your immediate reaction is to spit it back out, but I am holding it firmly in place and you can feel me slipping some rubber over your head to keep the ball gag in place. Don't want to scare the neighbours, my voice mischievous as I step away from the bed. I've only taken a pace back when.