"Then you'll help me escape?" I'm going to help you find yourself, Cindy. You're the one person that you can never escape from."Cindy slowed, then sto...ped completely as Miss Clark led her around another corner. The shabby looking punishment shed was only a few feet away, and the very sight of it made Cindy's wrists and ankles throb in pain."No!" the teen shouted suddenly, realizing that Miss Clark wasn't planning to help her get away at all. "Not again!"Cindy turned and tried to run, but the. She hated it. I, on the other hand, loved it. It had been weeks since I'd had to scramble up eggs for her or pour her a bowl of cereal. This way was a lot cheaper for me and a lot more humiliating for me.There was a three-minute sand timer on the counter. I picked it up and set it on the floor right beside the dogfood bowl. She stared at it as I turned it over, the anger still bright in her eyes. I ran my hand over her bottom a few times, feeling the cool flesh. It was chilly in the basement, I. A huge gush of it is lifted up the tubes,followed by an endless stream of my next shots. I came for a good 45 seconds. Just so you can visualize,me cumming once can fill 2 and a half mop buckets with cum. Now, the sucker tightens and doesn't loosen. The robotic arm pulls me out slowly to yank out the lastof my cum. It pushes me back in and this is repeated a few times before the sucking continues. I hatefinishing early because now I have to wait for the rest to be done. After I cum, the machine. I already came four times that day but I was sure that the thought of my first blow job, especially from my own mother, would get me through a fifth time. After all I was only sixteen years old with a perpetual hard on. I let go of mom's tits and mimicked what Joe Carter had done only a few minutes before to her. I put my hands on her shoulders and with just a gentle pressure had mom dropping to her knees in front of me.Without being told she unbuckled my belt, unhooked and unzipped my jeans..