Squeezing. Tugging.Dragging him off the path, through the trees, I turn to face him and bring the hand I'm holding to my cheek then let go. Warm finge... pads brush over my skin. My jaw. Down to caress the tender flesh of my neck.The intensity in his gaze darkens, my pulse galloping. His fingers circle, grip tightening and I breathe in sharply, filling lungs that will soon be so starved I can barely rasp his name. But I'll try, because it thrills him. Thrills us both.His other hand rises to join. It was time; I stepped away from him allowing him to get off the ropes. He advanced slowly, his guard down to protect his sore ribs. I thought, say good night Matt, and threw a wicked right hook, that caught him flush on the jaw. He seemed to turn like a corkscrew, his head leading the way. His legs gave way and ended up on his back, out cold.I had to work fast; I didn't know how long he would be out. I pulled off my gloves and wraps and took out my mouth piece. Then I did the same for him. I. “Well if you want to keep your job boy! You better clean these boots with your tongue" picking up her phone, I watched looking up as she checked her email, ignoring me, I slid my tongue along the toe watching as my saliva made the boot gleam, snaking with each lick along the leather, the smell of the material was making me bulge! My tongue was starting to ache!I had noticed an abnormal bugle in her skirt when she walked in but dismissed it as an oversight on my part put with each stroke of my. The cock you find yourself eagerly sucking is twelve inches long and can barely fit into your mouth. You cannot wait for him to cum in your mouth, on your face, on your breasts, and so on. You know that you hate the tast of cum, but you're also wet just thinking about it. He somehow changed you with his mind. You're measurements are now 36dd-24-34. You know your face is different too. Your curly flame-red hair now falls past your waist. He's also made you bi, very submissive and kinky. His cock.