I broke our kiss and using my grip on her hair I pulled her around the foot of the vacant bed turned her to look at her old husband. Moving quickly th...n, I pulled her backwards down across the corner of the bed, her pussy aimed at her husband and her head hanging over the foot of the bed. Still with one hand holding her hair, I undid my pants and pushed them down to my ankles and allowed my cock to spring free and proud over her face.The beds were taller than most of the ones I had seen in. From behind she commanded, "Head up, mouth open."Immediately Heather obeyed and was rewarded with a ring gag shoved into her mouth. She hated the ring gag. It forced her mouth to remain open and caused her to drool tremendously. But she also knew why Mistress liked to use it on her as it gave her instant access to Heather's tongue, willingly or not. Amanda pulled the straps around Heather's face and buckled them tightly behind her head. A second set of straps ran from the side of the gag, up. I was correct in my observation of you. I know your type."I tilted my head and innocently asked, "Type?" She wasn't buying my innocent act for a second. She was sharp, a seasoned player. The hint of fang I flashed at her had not gone unnoticed.She slid her hand up my shoulder to the back of my neck and pulled me to her as she pushed her full, large breasts hard into my chest. She let out a soft gasp and replied, "Mmm, I was referring to the type of guy that women stay away from if they're. “Keep playing,” she says.“Huh?” I say, confused.She drops down in front of me, and my heart speeds up. I can’t imagine she’s about to give me a blowjob. Her hands adamantly undo my pants until my cock is in the open. Again, she tells me to play, so I unpause and make an attempt while her mouth closes over my dick. It isn’t easy to concentrate on the game with the feel of her sucking me so good. Her head moves up and down in my lap, and wet little noises are produced by her lips. I can’t believe.