I nodded quickly as he pressed his hard cock roughly against my mouth, I opened for him. My lips curled back like the petals of a flower. The head of ...im prodded the back of my throat thrust after thrust and I tried to swallow him, desperately tried to fit all of him down my throat. His hand, those big hands clutched at my hair finger intertwined there in ever curly lock as he pulled my face to meet his thrusts. I tried not to moan as rivers of my nectar poured from me. Pain always made. I need to try to keep him calm and we need to hurry."Mary walked around and climbed into the driver's seat of the big F-250."Adjust the seat first so you can reach the pedals," Susan instructed.Mary looked for the metal hoop that she was used to under the front of the seat but Susan said, "The seats are electric. There is a knob on the side that you can push forward to move the seat forward. You should be able to raise it a little more too so you can see over the steering wheel."Mary fiddled. .. I try andlook away and catch a glimpse of Lucille's face... she seems..."Look at me bitch!" Mistress Thorne shouts, slapping me across the face."Look at me!" Y.. yes Mistress T.. thorne.," I whimper, trying to keep her gaze... butthe blue eye is so intimidating right now, I.. have to drop my gaze."A blow-job in the toilets? After all the perverted things you sissies getup to, and you can't even manage a working day without having your cocksucked in your lunch break? My word you really are a. “You’re welcome, “ she could think about such a tough reply but could not feel it. All she felt was pain.Suddenly Hassika was struck by a sensation. There was someone in her room. Her instincts were healthy and she tensed in reaction to the probable danger. She hissed a breath out between clenched teeth. The tensing of her muscles had caused a lurch of searing pain. The next she felt was the cool touch of a wet cloth on her bruised face.“Lay still, I won’t hurt you.”It was a familiar, female.