So much, that I unfortunately had to swallow the first mouthful. I like to savor the taste of cum once it's in my mouth. I even lost a little bit do...n his shaft. Luckily for me, though, Zack kept cumming after I had swallowed the first mouthful and he filled my mouth for a second time. I made him feel good by continuously stroking his steel-like rod as it convulsed and delivered the rest of the hot, white, sticky sweetness to my palate. I kept Zack in my mouth for a while after he had. It's okay, I am sore today, but nothing that won't go away in a few days." I see. Well, maybe it was a bit much. I'm glad you felt it was okay to call out your safeword. That's what it's there for. I'm sorry I pushed you so hard." he said."Oh, Master, please don't apologize. Yesterday was a punishment–I was supposed to feel it. You didn't go too far. Besides you cared for me so sweetly and so tenderly afterward," she said."That's the other thing I wanted to talk about. Last night as you were. But why me? she asked herself. Surely there must be thousands of women who would voluntarily do this.That tells you something about your captor then, doesn't it? she answered herself. The kind of person, or people, who have done this didn't want a volunteer. A volunteer would probably enjoy it too much, would have her own agenda. But a captive would be scared, and wary; someone to better maintain the illusion for them.Then where are they? Why aren't they outside the glass watching me, getting. The naughty streak in her was screaming, ‘Do it!’ Charmaine slowly parted her knees a little. The guy’s eyes changed from casually roaming to become transfixed. Or was that just her imagination? The beautifully made-up brunette opened her knees even wider, now feeling a bit of cool air flow. Wow. The guy’s eyes were now riveted. Charmaine kept her eyes on him. Slowly he looked up and their eyes locked. She steeled herself to keep staring and he didn’t look away either. The feeling of a furnace.