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 sp...aker, “Put it on.”The ballgag was a hard, red plastic. With a hand on each strap, I pulled it slowly to me. I licked it with my tiny, pink tongue. Then I kissed it. I opened wide. Felt it slide into my mouth, over my tongue, straps flowing to the corners of my small mouth. I clasped it, felt the pressure...The mind drifting to my subspace. . He turned his head to look at her with a small smile. “I just got home, too. Directly from work.”Gabriel’s mother, Miriam, was a truly impressive woman in many ways. Standing a good head higher than him – with Gabriel being of average height – she was not just very tall, but also remarkably beautiful. Despite being in her early forties, strangers often guessed her to be in her late twenties at worst. She had long, reddish-auburn hair and a fairly light skin tone, with distant traces of freckles. "More news?" he asked expectantly."Yes, the British have surrendered," I told him to a shocked expression."So quickly?" he asked in amazement."Yes, but not all that quickly," I said."Just a minute, while I alert the General," he told us excitedly and hurried into General Greene's office after knocking. The door quickly reopened, and we were told to enter."Good morning, sir!" I said after we had stopped in front of his desk and saluted."Good morning Colonel O'Connell, and also you other. And let my tongue make the same trip. When I arrived in the butt crack of Anthony, I spat on his hole and licked him off. Heavily moaning and gasping, Anthony was pushing against my tongue. I smeared some lube on my cock and slicked it up. Got up and pushed my cock against him. Pulled it through the wide open butt crack a few times. And looked at him quizzically. "With or without a condom?". "Without please! Sir." Anthony said. "That arse licking was very nice ... And you can fuck me ... I can.