He occasionally glanced up at me admiring my tits. Both of his hands were gripping my thighs holding me in place. “Higher,” I told him, through h...avy breath. He moved his tongue higher to my clit and slowed down. He aim was much more focused this time. I moaned and gripped at his head as he licked my clit. I reached down and pushed his left hand off of my leg. “Finger my pussy,” I struggled to tell him, my sentence broken by moans. He slid his finger around the outline of my lips, trying to. “That's a good slave, now its time to see how that ass feels.”He slid his dick out of me, to my relief and disappointment, and moved the desk so I was laying on it again. He unhooked my legs one at a time and chained them back to the floor, then worked the machine or whatever it was again so my arms were now free, then he chained my hands to the desk, forcing me to bend over and rest on my elbows, I was leaning over with my ass sticking in the air.“Now that's a good look for you. Looks like you. She unhooked her bra and let her breasts free. I was instantly focused. They were perfectly sized, a nice full C cup with very large nipples. I rolled a nipple with my fingers and it soon became hard. This made her moan and kiss me harder. She pulled away, got up, and pulled me back to her bedroom. We quickly stripped down. She pushed me back on the bed and seemed to admire my throbbing cock. She knelt down and quickly engulfed my cock in her mouth. Before I knew it, she was deep. Looking around, he saw that he was in front of a rather nice, if somewhat older, Federal style farmhouse set a bit further back from the road than was normal for houses nowadays. Maybe, they would let him use their phone to call Triple-A, he thought. With a heavy sigh, David levered himself up out of his car and trudged up the gravel drive to the house.As he approached the front of the house, he admired the full porch that wrapped the entire first floor of the structure. Climbing the steps, he.