As my shirt came up over my stomach, it exposed my abs. Not the perfect 6-pack style, but they were toned. “Mmmmmmm, nice abs!” She continued lift...ng my shirt up over my chest and off over my head. “Damn, you do work out. I like that.” She brought her hands back down to my chest and softly dug her fingernails into my skin. My hands found their way to her ass and I began to rub and grab her cheeks. Her ass was nice and firm. She must work out too; she definitely took care of her. The smell - the ungodly, dense and overpowering smell hit me like a train. Up came my lunch. And dinner. And then just dry retching until my ribcage was so sore I could hardly breath in and out.In short, that was a bad night. Really, really bad. When I was let out in the morning, and led to the shower, I was so weak that Thistle almost had to carry me. Never again did I throw anything.---------------Mind gamesWe went through several mental phases from the time we were captured. At first,. Her hips slapped against my ass, the strap-on's sack smacking my clit, her fingers dug into my skin. The corset, laced so tightly, seemed to be growing tighter round me with each thrust. "Momma I can't breathe!" I cried out. She ignored me, thrusting into me. "Momma please!" I cried. She was unrelenting, pounding harder and harder into me. I gripped the quilt tightly, my knuckles had gone white. Then Momma slowed her pace and pulled the strap-on from my pussy and I breathed a sigh of relief. It. It was incredible! His cold hands on my hard, warm cock, knowing that he had pursued me was electrifying. He slid his hand up and down my shaft, staring at me with glee as a shivered and quaked. Then he asked " can I suck your dick", I could barely contain myself as I said "yes." I quickly moved to the couch behind me and took off my clothes as my cock pulsed with anticipation. As a sat he crawled over to me and practically slithered up my body, his mouth found my nipples and sucked on them. He.