I slowly move my lips down his shaft and he gasped for the first time. I licked and sucked his balls while I cradled his hard cock in my hands. I slow...y slid the tip into my mouth, savoring it, tasting it, feeling him in me. I moved a hand onto the base of his shaft and began to pump him, the way I had pumped those dildos for all of those months, with my hand and mouth working in unison. I had always wondered if I could make a man cum with my mouth ? if I actually had the skill ? and I was. Juices started gushing out to bath his sloughing tongue and chewing mouth. He slurped up.Then there was a break. I feared that he left abruptly. I raised my torso and looked behind through the gap of my thighs. There he was, pushing down his trousers and brief. His cock sprung out in a huge erection. I gasped in anticipation. First I felt his hands on my hips, then his massive cock-head at my bottom lobes. He too was on heat, obvious, but his nudging was aimless. I lost my patience, put my. They all tried hard to save his life when they tell their stories. The man died for hours. He died a little every hour of his life, but the final hours were obvious. He gurgled as he gasped for air. We heard his moans for help, although we had closed the glass door to shield us from them. Not due to pure immorality, but because we couldn’t do anything. It is terrible to hear a man gasp for air. To hear him drown when he is not submerged. We watched the monitor as his heart deteriorated under. Newark, you should know by now your bindings are too strong for you to escape from, come here you. . ." The intruder lifted the brunette up to her knees and placed in front of her friend, Cindy. Rachel felt his warm hand reach between her legs and caress her pleasure-swollen lips slick with her arousal. ?You are about to cum again, I think, Mrs. Newark,? the stranger growled in her ear, ?I can feel it in your warm skin as I touch you. . .? The bound brunette felt his hand.