She had a long horse face, a aquiline nose, great teeth with an over bite and mousy light brown hair. She certainly liked her booze and got very lairy...and fucking noisy after a couple of glasses of white wine.Her tits were OK but nothing to write home about – say apple like, I think 36B with pale areolae and nipples, a slender waist, athletic legs and a boot of a cunt, no big lips, but it would accommodate my big - and I mean big todger easily and her collection of massive dildos. I mean I’m no. But once this goes in you can't talk and I am going to do whatever I want with you. You'll still be able to nod yes and shake your head no. but you wont be able to talk until I take this off" I've always been pretty stubborn and defiant so I guess my next words were kind of a dare. (I Know...Right?) I looked him in the eye and said "Go ahead! Do your best!" He chuckled and roughly forced the ball gag into my mouth, buckling it tightly into place. Now I was bound and helpless without even the. I kept my mouth shut as I saw a man enter into the house wearing a brown sweater with salt and pepper hair on his head and goatee. He was about my height and stood there before Samuel introduced him. ‘This is Professor London. He’s my Lit professor,’ he said before the professor interrupted. ‘Please, call me Evan. I doubt this will seem a formal setting.’ As Samuel introduced his mom and dad, I scoped out Evan almost on impulse. He seemed to be in his early forties although he came across as. Her hands soaped my back, massaging the tension from my shoulders. "That feels good", I exclaimed. She tugged gently at my shoulders pulling me backwards. I felt the softness of her breasts against my naked back, her large nipples, like hard, pearl buttons pressed into me.Her hands continued soaping along my arms, then, sliding forward, began to soap my breasts. Leaning my head back, I lay it on her shoulder, delighting in her intimacy.Doreen gently and methodically soaped each breast, tweaking.