The third time, he kept his rather large member down her throat, daring her, “Gag, you slut, gag on this.”If she heard him (doubtful), she did not...respond. She took his pole deep, moved her head left and right, then up and down, still buried.Scott’s ass started to move on its own, jiggling and shaking just like it had in years gone by.The wife looked at her husband and said, “Damn, sweetie. How come you never fuck my face like that?”To the man standing in front of her, “You can cum now if you. I must have slept for a while, because I was given the joy of awaking to this new, desperate predicament. The lights were off. It was fully dark. I had pissed myself and was lying in a vast cold puddle that reached my toes and chin. I tried to roll sideways, also desperate to ease the tightness of the collar which was restricting my breathing so that I was gasping like a tortured animal. My arms were numb and would not respond at all to my need to lift them towards the collar. I couldn't roll. I had no urge to cum. It just felt good to be balls deep in my lover.Her face came up and it was impossible not to kiss her. We just stood there, frozen in coitus, as that kiss lasted a good two or three minutes.Eventually I felt it in my lower back, and I knew I’d held her up for as long as I could. So I walked toward the bed. There was no gentle way to transition to the bed without coming out of her, and that was the last thing I wanted to do. So I gave a little leap and, to avoid crushing. I ran out of coins and the machine took 1's and 5's so I feed a 5 into it and continued watching and stroking myself and was getting close as I was picturing me doing the sucking instead of this gay actor and just as I was almost ready to cum I see this guys head peer around the corner of the wall and look at me and at this point I was so close I wasn't going to stop.Just then they guy steps into the booth which startled me and I did stop stroking for fear he was going to try and assault me but.