She was ready. Almost in the very same second I hesitated to take Ben's slimy cock into my mouth and clean it he released me and stepped back. I thoug...t he was acceding to my simple request until she touched the tip of the prod to my hip and pulled the trigger.My body tensed up and I experienced unimaginable pain. A pain you can't even believe possible, a pain I can't even describe. It was so awful I couldn't even scream. I tried. I opened my mouth to scream but only air came out.I went limp. We had to wait quite a while at the petrol station before a pump became free; Dad muttered darkly about the captive market when he saw the price per gallon, and he most certainly didn't fill up the tank to the top. They didn't do Green Shield Stamps, either!There was no doubt that traffic on the motorway was heavier, but still moving freely when we rejoined it; Mum commented that we still seemed to be ahead of the worst of it. There were a couple of broken-down cars on the hard shoulder, one. He began to thrust his hips hard so that his cock was fully in her throat. She heard him start to grunt and new what it meant. She managed to flick the tip of her tongue over the head of his cock right before he plowed it back down into her throat and exploded. She fought back the urge to gag as he began to buck hard and drain himself into her. She swallowed ever last drop as he brought her to a body shaking orgasm with his tongue. She flooded his mouth with her juices as she clamped her thighs. "* * *Henry showed up at Mistress Carrie's house at the appointed hour, wearing his best red lace thong panties. A woman, who introduced herself as Margarette, showed him in and asked him to fill in some paperwork, releases, and all that, as well as his contract for services. He did so, and handed over the paperwork.He was shown to a room, where he sat for 15 minutes reading Cosmo, before the Mistress herself came in. She was dressed in leather, from her cleavage revealing bustier, to her.