She sent him pictures of herself; at first only pictures of her body, pictures of her wearing the collar with Master's bitch written on her stomach in...black eyeliner, later any pose he demanded of her. Eventually she was giving him her phone number and when she was alone he would call her and give her the most delicious commands, which she would follow to the letter, always coming in the end after begging him for her release. She always knew when he was coming by his silence followed by his. " Down the hallway to the right," Dan pointed, and I began to walk down thehall. He didn't seem worried, almost as if he knew that I couldn't getaway.As I walked down the hall, I could feel Dan's eyes watching me. Onceinside the bathroom, my hopeful spirits fell as I found no window withwhich to escape. After a reasonable time plotting, I flushed the toiletand ran water in the sink. I returned to the living room, where somehow myplan of escape had to lead me through the front door.Dan watched. I don't mean dripping like some people describe as a measure of wetness. Her pussy literally had strings of cum dripping from it. She went back to work on my cock, This time fucking it deep into her throat and when that dildo opened her lips and I thrusted it into her she inhaled my cock even more. I knew I wouldn't last long so I matched the thrusting of the fake cock in her to the pounding her mouth was doing on my cock. This was driving her wild and she started to muffle moan into my. She had made up her mind. Looking up into his eyes again, she bends slowly forward, tilting her head slightly to the side, closing in on his face.Just at that moment he decides to stand up. “Something to eat.” He says, no states. “Some snacks.” He walks to the kitchen and gathers pieces of cheese from the fridge.The increasing desire was getting to him, the desire to push this girl down on the couch and take a bite from every part of her deliciously shaped body. He needed some distraction, if.