"Hank, mmph!" I tried to protest as his mouth claimed mine again.The copious precum on the head of his fat cock mingled with themoisturizer and sweat ...round my hairless asshole as they made contact.He pushed my knees further apart and thrust, gently but insistently, andthe entire mushroom head of his cock was inside me.I moaned. My head was swimming. I was going to get fucked like a girl, inpublic, against a gas station wall.Hank worked his cock head back and forth, gently coaxing my. ’ ‘That’s only a mild precursor to sexual stimulation. Nothing to worry about.’ ‘McLeod!’ Rhonda shrieked, dropping her phone. McLeod shot out his foot to cushion the impact and the phone slid off his sneaker to land on the concrete gently. ‘Oh fine save, thank you.’ ‘A thank you kiss?’ Rhonda flushed and kissed him chastely, like an aunt. McLeod sniffed rudely as said, ‘You smell swell.’ ‘Oh god,’ Rhonda muttered, opening the back door of the SUV with her remote. McLeod tossed in his backpack. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t want him to stop.His dick was hard by now. It looked like it was six or seven inches long and more than two inches thick across. As he continued to stroke himself in front of me in the tub, I felt so turned on. I wanted to see him cum. He then looked up at me and said, “You’re so beautiful, Vivian.” His breathing became heavier. I couldn’t help myself at that point and I reached down to stroke his cock for him. He moved his hands and let me. He watched. Every minute that passed, I felt my mind slip away from me a little more.With no way to keep track of time, and with the drone of the vibrator, I began to slip into an almost meditative state. All I could focus on was the pleasure washing through me, enough to keep me hard, not enough to let me orgasm, just a wave of pleasure building inside. I wanted to move, to respond to the ceaseless pleasure, but my chains kept me tied in place. I began to writhe against my restraints, starting to hump the.