One for the Guinness book.Then all hell broke out. My head was being pulled onto the cock. It filled my mouth and then when it encountered the barrier...of my throat, fingers on the hand holding my head, wrapped in my hair. My head was pulled harder until it broke into that little-used part of me. I felt proud when it slipped inside, and I felt my nose being tickled. I was held there and rewarded by your voice telling me that I did a good job.It pulled out of my throat but stayed in my mouth and. I stared at him for several moments trying to figure out what he was doing. Then, quietly, I repeated his words. "I'm a very naughty whore and I deserve everything you do to me. Please spank me hard." I actually shook as I said this. "Good. Now, repeat this after me: I'm yours to command. My mouth is yours, my tits are yours, my ass is yours and my horny cunt is yours," he said. Again, a long pause, but then: "I'm yours to command. My mouth is yours, my tits are yours, my ass is yours and my. ”She looked up at me aghast.“Oh no, not control back from them. That wouldn’t be any fun at all. And anyway, that would just earn us a stingy, spanked, reddened bottom.”Both of us gazed off into space for a moment, smiling at the thought.I brought us both back to reality.“You’re scared, that’s what it is. You’re scared that if we go off looking for trouble, we might actually find some. And where would that leave us? All vulnerable and exposed.”We both contemplated this unappealing outcome,. "Larry looked at the bed in stunned silence. There was a pair of blackfishnet stockings, a suspender belt, French cut pink knickers and aruffled very short skirt (once known as a ra-ra )"This wasn't what I had in mind," he said."No? My friend Mary who's on your team recorded one of your sessions onFriday and shared it with me." OK?" I recognised my skirt... You left your camera on when you went for acoffee." Oh." Yes Oh. I've had suspicions for a while, I'm glad you're not seeingsomeone else to.