It was OK, until we went through a tunnel. And then all I could see was her reflection in the glass, and her bare legs, and all I could think about wa... how sexy she was, and how much I wanted to fuck her. She was reading her book again. I could see her face in the reflection, but her book was up high so that when I looked she could not see me. A good opportunity to ogle. She had uncrossed her legs and rested back in her seat with her knees together and she rocked her legs from side to side so. In hushed tones, Gavin described in more detail some of the things he had done as the vigilante and he watched the other boy's face register his disbelief."Get out of here!" James exclaimed. "No way, that's just unbelievable!" It's true, all of it," Gavin laughed. "Don't worry; I got rid of the gun so nothing will ever come back on whomever you got to supply it." Man, if even half of that is true, normal life must be incredibly dull," mused James."I have to admit that I miss the rush it used to. “Yes, please gag him.”Ophelia quickly rammed a large black ball gag into my mouth, and tightly secured the straps behind my head. She held me close to her body again.“Please resume the prisoner’s punishment,” she said, grabbing my cock in her vice-like grip.With the gag muffling my cries, Mistress Flavia re-doubled her efforts on my back. I believe I was actually screaming, but very little noise escaped from my gagged mouth. Every time Mistress Flavia struck me, my aching, writhing body was. She begins with my neck and shoulders and gradually works her way toward my feet. The way she kneads the sore muscles of my upper back is so relaxing that I must have drifted off to sleep. When I awake, it’s because she’s firmly squeezing and pressing my glutes. Apparently, she isn't happy with something, since she stops and tells me, "Too much material. I remove underwear." In a fluid motion, she reaches under the sheet and her fingers find the elastic waistband. "Lift hips," she instructs,.