His hips thrust forward, and he pushed down her throat. He pulled out as she sputtered and gagged, but her hands never moved. Not to wipe away her dro...l or her tears, not to wipe the snot coming out of her nose. George smiled at how submissive she was. He grabbed her by the hair again and started fucking her throat into a frenzy. She choked and gagged and dry heaved but never once asked him to stop or moved her hands from her head. She enjoyed being used like this. She felt him in her throat,. He watches your eyes, watches the slow smile of pleasure spread across your face. Your gaze turns questioning, almost pleading, but she shakes his head, smiling as he wraps his free hand lightly around his shaft, gliding it down to the base. He feels you settle in beside him, the wordless communication continuing, your eyes letting him know you understand. A quiet sigh of pleasure escapes his throat as he begins to stroke up and down slowly, lazily turning his head slightly to look into your. I approached Mrs G. She had a lean hard body, no extra pounds at all. Dirty blonde hair. She had what looked like a mans sweatshirt on so her tits were not immediately visible. She had a pair of bikini panties on and nothing on her feet. I untied her, left the gag in and brough her over to the other side of the bed and sat her down right near her husband. Mr K said, you know better Bucko, take those clothes off of her and show her we mean business. I wasn’t exactly sure I knew what he meant so. Stupid girl loved too much. Loved the wrong man, no, kid, too much. No one needed to know where I went and how far I plunged. Love's like venom though. Granny Teague would have flooded me with a litany scripture as to what this drawing represented. That it whatever this was, was a product of the white little devils I preferred to surround myself with. Eating away at my soul with their poisonous little cunts.A soft weight presses into my lap and the scent of pixie sticks and bubble gum fills my.