My ear plug is removed, "You can only swallow if this string is pulled, like this." He pulls the string and I swallow his delicious pee, "Good girl. N...w don't leave a mess" I nod, I know what he means. If I cum I have to clean it up but I can't when bound like this, so I can't cum. He knows how much I'll want to but I must be a good girl for him. I am left, riding the dildo, pulling on my nipples and neck. I'm happy left with the pleasure and pain before I get used again. I feel the stream fill. She watched as Jim gave a final tug and then let go. His cock spasmed and bounced sharply as it shot four loads onto her tits and belly. Even after his balls were empty, Tammie watched his cock bouncing around above her like it had a mind of its own. She reached up and gave it a final tug or two, and noticing a single drop clinging to it, she sat up and licked it off the tip.This time, Jim washed up and got dressed. It was getting late and he had to get going soon. They talked for a little. I think of it alot in secret, to suck a very bigblack cock like yours''''good girl, tell me more, i for myself think of sliding it in pretty mouth and see how deep i can go''''some time i pass by that black guy working late night and wish he would drag me behing the store, in the alley and fuck my mouth ''''you are cute, so he could walk you behind by force and put you to your place?''''yeah ''''good girl, you are shy and want a black daddy to own you ?''''yes i would like that''''in secret. So it got boring. And we got along very well with each other, which, because we had a significant age difference, was both a little awkward but also a little exciting. So it was probably inevitable that the conversation sometimes turned to stuff that wasn't "work safe." Of course no one else was there, so it didn't matter. But it started to feel like a game of dare about what things we talked about. We would sit next to each other and talk and flirt.One night she asked me about kissing. "Brian,.