Your eyes bulge and tears well up inside them, until I finally pull out, allowing you some seconds to catch your breath and regain your composure. The... go by all too fast because before you can recover, you feel that I am forcing myself again into your mouth, fucking your throat hard with slow, deep thrusts. At times I pull out all the way, my cock glistens in your saliva and, thick ropes of it are attached, describing arches that go from its tip to your lips.I shove back into your throat. Ropes were tied to straps attached to my wrists and ankles which in turn were attached to the legs of the table to stop me from getting up and running away, finally there were two other straps running horizontally across my thighs and the small of my back to stop me from moving my hips.Just then, I felt something cold and wet enter my ass an a cool feeling in my as. Than someone climbed onto the table and I could feel pressure against my asshole which turned into a searing pain as I realized. “I was twelve the year you were born.” She raised an eyebrow skeptically. “What difference does it make?” “Carmen, you’re awesome. But I was in a relationship with an older person for nine years and it was its own hell. I don’t want to put you through that. I don’t want to be a creepy daddy, I don’t want to be in charge.” “Then don’t!” She shook her head. “We don’t have to be any of those things.” She rested her hand on mine. The touch thrilled in my skin. “Don’t worry, Jack,” she said. I asked him if he masturabates. He was shy to answer initially, but later he told me that he does him often. He masturbates thrice a week at least, he told me.I flirted with him as well and he really enjoyed that. I am very sure that if I would have tried to get physical with him, he would not have objected. But he was a young kid, and we should refrain from using them for our dicks.He suggested to exchange WhatsApp numbers and I agreed.He used to text me quite often, which sometimes really.