He shoved his hand up my skirt and grabbed the toys and smiled. good slut! Now bend over he ordered I bent over and felt him start working the vibrat...r in and out slowly. My ass was so sore from being full so long that it was torture. I begged him to stop because it hurt. I should have kept my mouth shut though because he rammed it hard and deep and told me to stay right there till he came back. So I stood there, bent over the arm of the couch with my skirt up and toys hanging out. I watched. It slipped off completely, exposing me. Body naked except for my panties. I tuned around, bent over, pressed my ass against the window. Running my hands over my legs as I stood back up.I glided to my left and picked up the ballgag. I showed it to him. To the window. To anyone who might be looking. Watching me. Watching me be a slutty brat. A naughty princess. Or just a little slut.I heard his voice over the speaker, “Put it on.”The ballgag was a hard, red plastic. With a hand on each. After he was all the way in, we broke our kiss and started to fuck me furiously, and with my legs in the air and my arms wrapped behind him, all I could do was moan as loud as I could, the thick juicy meat of manhood was re-shaping me and my insides. I was so close, but when I said so, he pulled out and threw me on the bed “let’s not end it too soon” he said, I was getting myself off, but he grabbed both my hands and held them above my head “do you eat ass?” He asked, I said no “there’s a first. I didn't see it in him when we were together. Was I blind?I took the papers from him. "Very well, Michael. I appreciate your honesty in this... situation. I feel certain you will uphold your end of the bargain and stay out of our lives forever. That's the way it should be, I guess. In any case, I have a patient to see in a half hour and I don't want to be late. Good luck, Michael." I hurried past him and through the archway and left the building. Quickly, before he noticed the tears.I listened.