My mouth was continuing to be fucked relentlessly, my cunt now dripping.I wanted it to continue forever but my cunt said otherwise. I was on the edge,...as was the guy in my throat. My body started to shudder and shake then I came, over and over again. The cock in my mouth exploded, filling my throat with cum. The cock was withdrawn; the mouths left my cunt and tits.I was expecting the belt to be removed from my hands and the blindfold too, but it did not happen. I was manhandled so that I was. A glance in each direction and she tucks them underneath her bra nonchalantly.He fast forwards the tape about 5 minutes, and the scene is quite different.She is bend over the table, her hands curled around the opposite side for traction, as this bloated red headed monsterous pervert is shoving his 4 1/2 inch tufted poker into her asshole."She was a little more mouthy than most about it, so I went straight to her asshole, dry, before the blowjob. She comes over on Thursday nights now and we. She had his shirt pulled open enough so that she could also have access to his shoulder.Then there were her lips. Her plush red lips that were painted a deep red made Aiden believe she could probably suck the soul out of any man from his dick with how well she could blow him. Those lips of hers would capture his ear lobe, suckle on it, bite and nibble as well as tug against it. This usually was also followed behind with her lustful whispers of demands that sometimes had a hint of desperation. Wilde and Beerbohm were linked by a chain of structuralism laced with dime-store psychoanalysis. The writing was better, though. I had to admit that.I returned to looking out of the window. For the first time in two days I thought about Lt. Billings. He'd said he be "on" today -- Sunday. Well, probably his day off yesterday wasn't as lack-luster as mine. I looked at my watch. Already two! I'd just glance at the other two pieces and catch the bus in an hour. By then the drugstore ought to have.