?i don’t like a cunt who can talk? he smirked and reaching into his bag again he pulled out a collar and two wrist restraints. He clamped the collar...around my neck and attached my wrists to it. And there i was on my knees with my mouth held open waiting and my hands and arms immobilised. The spit beginning to well up in my mouth and no way to release it he pushed my head forward hard into my tits and kept it there until the spit began to run over my tits. ?filthy fucking cunt? he laughed. I was already a touch paranoid about the Dragons being on their way. Looking at the street I didn't see any of them.Cicely caught on to how I was looking around. "Are the Dragons here?"Paranoia was gripping me. Looking back at Cicely I said, "It's possible. You need to go anyway. It's one thing for them to see me, but if they spot you, your daughter could be in worse trouble."She nodded.I turned to tell Renée and the others to go, but the sudden change of their expressions only confirmed what I. You could feel it and said, “Start moving slowly.” It felt like a vise-grip on my cock so fucking tight. Your eyes rolled back into head. Then you groaned and pulled harder into you. You relaxed your grip on my ass and let go. We looked into each other’s eyes. I extended my arms lifting my upper body off of you. Your legs still over my shoulders, we both looked down at where our bodies meet. I could see your cunt lips swollen and open. Just below that I could see where my cock was buried in. Saturday morning Sammie took us out to see some of the sights around town. It was unusually high, with mountain peaks all around, something that was a rarity in my experience so I found it fascinating. She took us to a little natural park where we spread a blanket and had a great picnic.However by mid-afternoon, Sammie was ready to return home. She had gotten horny again and by the time we arrived it had proven to be a contagious condition. She said she had been thinking about having a cock in.