She headed down a barely perceptible trail and I glanced at her from time to time as she was concentrating on where she was going. I couldn't help but...notice the wonderful things her now, much larger breasts were doing as she hit bump after bump. Apparently she was enjoying it too, or it was just a natural reaction, but I started to notice her nipples were getting hard and starting to show through the thin cotton of her t-shirt and bra. She drove for a few minutes, and when we stopped it was. Once she was quiet enough that I thought she could hear me, I had to get this conversation started.“As you can see, my patience is gone. I don’t want to lose it with you here. I love you too much. I suggest you pull it together, go sit on the damn couch, and tell me right now what’s going on.”She looked and saw just how on the edge I was. I forced my voice to stay calm. I’ve never yelled at her. Her face told me she knew that statement may not hold true in a moment. She stood and backed to the. ”“Tom?”“Yeah, Tom! You know, the guy who had betrayed us. The guy you pummelled and left for dead. The guy who the Council confirmed as deceased.”Samuel stood there gaping like a fish as I took in his expression with joy. It was not every day that I managed to stump him and leave him at a loss of words, after all.I didn’t wait around for him to respond. I continued, “Anyways, he showed up at the party, eyes dead and face devoid of any emotion. It was clear to me early on that he was. And whenever the heroine wasn’t being used, sexually, such as for the so-called dialog, I stopped.If Sara seemed to be getting close to cumming, I stopped completely anyway and set a timer for five minutes. I kept this up until she was crying and begging me to let her cum. Then I pulled a ball gag out of our shopping, stopped her mouth with it, then started the video again.By the end of the video, Sara was drooling around the ball-gag, and had tears running down her cheeks, and snot running.