I was touching my now wet pussy, watching a gorgeous woman swing her beautiful ass around on TV, and my young son was there with me.To bring my deprav...ty to a new level, I did something that seemed even more horrible to me, as well it should have. (And yet I still did it.) I've only ever told one person about it ... the online friend I mentioned, who doesn't have the benefit (misfortune?) of knowing who I am in real life. While my right hand was starting to work the area, my left hand, which. On the door was a list of do’s and don’ts. Number 1 read: “Do stay with the capsule; the beacon will summon rescue responders.” He shrugged and prayed that the written message, printed at a government printing bureau located light years away, probably decades if not a century ago, was prophetic. Knowing what he knew about bureaucrats, he guessed his prayer was pretty weak.Pyotr rotated the wheel and released the door locks. With a deep breath of anticipation, he pushed open the door and drank. "Who owns this cock?" she asked as she slapped it three times. "You do, Mistress" I answered. "And who owns these balls?" she asked as she squeezed them hard. "You do, Mistress" I panted through my tears. "First thing, your safe word. If you want me to stop, just say "I want to go home" If You say that, I'll stop, let you get dressed and send you home. If you are staying, I want you to strip and get on your knees." So I stripped quickly and got on my knees. Mistress quickly put a blindfold over. I knew this drove him wild. I kept at it while his hips bucked, attempting to get my mouth to wrap around his cock. I resisted and kept torturing him by tickling the sensitive area under his glans.Finally, he could take no more. His fingers twined in my hair, and he pulled me forward to take his cock into my mouth. I loved the thickness and how it filled my mouth. I let my head bob up and down and took more of him each time, letting my tongue play with him each time I came up for air. When I.