..I just...did that” she uttered between breaths, I gave her that evil smile again and pushed her head back down, now I didn’t even need to hold h...r head, I let go and starting brushing my hands against her back, little by little she took my whole shaft once again, and began to push it past the back of her mouth into her throat, she made a gargling sound, breathed in though her nose and pushed her nose into my stomach in one push, I let out a cry of happiness, such a great feeling. She bobbed. "Making your fantasy a reality!" I laughed, giving a cheeky wink!You asked with an unsure look “How did you get in?" not knowing whether to be scared or happy."The window is open," I say, leaning over your restrained naked body to place in your mouth a ball gag pulling the elasticated strap over your head, snagging some loose strands of hair in the process."You're talking too much young lady!" I say. All you can do now is gurgle and moan into the ball gag!I’ve tied and gagged you so that you. There is no in-between. Finally, he waved. He felt sorry for her. She was becoming a clodpate like his father although not as fast. His parents hadn’t always been quirky. In fact, his father had once been a university professor--- “for more than a decade”, he’ll have you know; dressed to perfection, strutted with nods, and gulled by self-importance that sometimes put his chin above his nose. Then, fell the guillotine. He said it was “mutual agreement”. Others used the word. You go wait in the living room and I am going to put on something to strip out of. Then, if you think I'm worth it, you can bring me back in here. "We'll call this one of the private VIP rooms my club had for customers who wanted a little more than the standard table dance!" she said playfully.Porsche headed off to her bedroom to get ready and I went into the living room to wait for the show to start. Luckily for me, I had a few ones and fives in my wallet which I planned on tipping her as she.