"Oh my... I'm going to fucking..." he exclaimed in a whisper as he grabbed the wall with a final thrust. His cock pulsed as I got my reward. His cum b...asted down my throat as tears leaked from my eyes due to the gagging from his cock. After several pulses, he withdrew his cock and got off the bed. "Get some rest, bitch. This is your life from now on."And it was. Over the next couple of weeks, at my house after school, at his house after school, over night, in the car at the gas station before. * The man pulled his car up at the run down motel about ten miles from where his targets lived and walked along the row of small bedrooms on the lower tier of the cheap holiday place. Stopping outside number six he raised his hand to knock when the door opened suddenly and his client stood there in the gloom of the dingy room, eyes glittering from some inner fire inside of him. Taking a large gulp the man stepped into the room, a feeling of unease running down his spine. Snake closed the door. You're too relaxed to gag; it feels wonderful. It feels in your throat the same way it feels in your pussy; as it moves back and forth, it excites you, arouses you. Your orgasm radiates from your mouth, but more urgently from your throat. You welcome it to the back of your mouth, into your throat, where it feels the best." Best in my throat," she moaned. Her face was flushed; she moved forward, taking an invisible erection deep into her soft, moist throat, and moaning softly.The moment was so. Slave put the tray down in front of me and returned to its place at the next table. I slowly sipped my coffee watching my slave, head bowed, staring at the table as I’d instructed. Casually, I half chewed a couple of the fries before spitting them out onto the ground near the slave. ‘Get’ I ordered. My slave bent down a picked the two soggy chips off the floor and placed them on the table. ‘Eat’. Slave’s head lowered and began licking the fries from the table top as I had previously.