There was a noticeable increase in pitch in his voice when this man-stud realised he was to be on the receiving end of something much bigger than his... and a further increase, when the hood was replaced and a ball inserting into his mouth and tied, gagging him as our sexual revenge was about to start.I took the lubrication tube and stuck it in between his ass cheeks, squeezing just enough to lubricate, as pain of insertion, was one of the main aims.Of course his powerful sphincter muscles. I realised that if I do not control it, I am going to choke or gag on it. Reflexly I took hold of the bottom of the shaft with my hand. Holding it quite firmly, I allowed his cock to enter my mouth up to the top of my hand. It was not bad as the tip did not go beyond the back of my tongue. It was like having half a banana in your mouth. I gently sucked it. I could taste the precum which was salty and sticky. Not bad.He started to move his cock in and out of my mouth. It felt nice – warm and. She gave me a towel and so that I could wrap around myself. She said that Yvette decided to take a shower. She laid down on the bed and told me lay next to her so that we could talk. She said that she saw me trying to look up Yvette’s dress. If you are going to do that dear, you need to be a little less obvious. My aunt then said a bombshell, she does a beuatiful pussy, doesn’t she? I looked at her in amazement. She said that her and Yvette were very good friends back in college as she winked. That suited us just fine. Neither of us wanted a castle, and besides, castles need servants. The entire idea of servants made both of us feel kind of creepy.If the idea of servants was creepy, the idea of armed security people was even more so. The Buckman Group continued to grow, and I continued to become wealthier. Still, at the time Marilyn was being stalked, we had increased security at the office, with a professional security guard in the lobby. Now, after our move to the new offices, we.