Not wanting to end this game too early he pulls back his cock move out of her throat allowing her to gasp back air into her lungs. Removing the blocks...he then forces a small dildo about 4 in long and 1 in wide into her throat he replaces the gag.He moves his body off her lying down beside her, listening to her gasping and muffled pleas for mercy. She keeps trying to struggle and he laughs knowing the knots were tied well, and the ropes were strong, yet soft. Moving one hand between her legs, he. “Where are you, Cinnamon? Are you in jail?”“No. I’m at the Condo.”“I thought it was closed up.”“Ms. B has a key.” Damn! Brenda Lamb Barnett was back in town? “She says you are to come directly to the Condo. If you send for police, she’ll take me off the roof with her. I’m sorry, Deb. I’m scared.” The line went abruptly dead. Cinnamon must be scared. Her voice sounded wooden. Or maybe she was trying to tell me something else. Was I going to have to face down Davy? Did she have other goons with. " *A few days later I arrived for my own therapy session. The same nurse guided me through the halls back to the same room. She had me undress right away and then spent time turning on the various machines and sensors while I stood there awkwardly. The layout was different than last time (the big piston machine was nowhere to be found thank goodness) but when the nurse strapped me in I realized I was still going to have to be on all fours the whole time just like Jess was. I wasn't sure if I. I kept eating his ass and couldn't get enough of it. I started pushing my tongue inside the hole as it began to open up for me and started rimming the inside of his ring. It was like I was trying to get my tongue up to taste his actual shit, not just the lingering taste of it. I needn't have worried; I would get to taste the real stuff in due time.He finally got off of my face. He moved down the bed in between my legs. "Are you finally ready to try a real cock instead of your dildos?"Oh, God,.