Her bulging cheeks pointthat her mouth is stuffed with something big in size. Anotherstrip of tape blindfolds her. Gwen's clothing has been removed,ex...ept for her underwear, ankle socks and ballet flats. She keepsmewing like a kitten. Ursula stands behind her captive,speaking on the phone, one hand covering Gwen's already gaggedmouth. "I'm glad we're clear on that Mr.Fellon. It was nice talking to you" Ursula hangs up the phone. With bothhands, she cups Gwen's firm breasts and carress them. I did the same, surprised to find it was fairlycomfortable. "Do you think we'll have to call off the Bartlesvilleevent?" Let's hope not," was all I could reply.I tried to get some sleep, but I was too keyed up from the night'sevents. Of primary concern, of course, was Aden's question. TheBartlesville event was to have been the crowning jewel in an otherwisemediocre tour. Rescheduling was out of the question. Summer was the besttime for our events, and summer was all but over. Oh, we'd make. Then we started meeting and I asked her for a kiss she agreed but was very shy and after trying hard to ignore the movement she gave me a kiss on my chicks and she was blushing like anything.Her blushing smile was making me happy and excited decided to teach her everything that I knew so we slowly started our sessions with little kissing then one day I kissed her on her lips and she was just smiling at me then I told her to keep her lips open atlas she agreed and then I closed her eyes and took. I wanted to know how it felt. Mum’s face looked like she was in pain, but I was sure she loved every second of it. She did not look round, she said, “Spank me!” Then Gary slapped her arse on both cheeks. They were hard, the sounds bounced off the walls, but even so, Mum said, “Fuck, that’s nice, harder!” Gary pumped away and squeezed her arse with both hands and then slapped her again. Holy shit, I felt those from where I was crouched. I again played with my clit. I pulled my knickers off.