He was sitting back to me on a small sofa watching t.v. It looked like some very low-grade detective film. "Hi Mr. Martin," I went, "find a good movie...on t.v.?" I swooped around and swung into the couch, and barely had time to recognize that Mr. Martin had the top of his pants flapped open to the bottom of the zipper when I saw, nearly simultaneously, that the VCR was on and that there were quickly two detectives--man and woman--cornering two criminals--male and female-- in a vast warehouse of. The best he could do now was behave, sit still, and let her have her fun.Which, as he watched her head bobbing up and down, was exactly what was happening. This encounter wasn’t about him at all. She was swallowing his shaft like an all-day lollipop strictly for her own pleasure and purpose. It was her toy until she decided otherwise.There was nothing to do but watch her work and enjoy the ride. Oddly enough, her technique was rather crude, almost as if this was the first blow job she had ever. I could smell my sweet excitement wreathing the air.I heard the straps tightening. I pictured it thrusting from her shaved crotch, that pink shaft eager to pop my cherry and break me fully in. I whimpered, my fingers flexing. My arms pulled on my cuffs, wanting to push up and stand so I could see her.Ms. Petrov grabbed my hair. I squealed out at the shock of pain as she jerked me upright and pulled me from her desk. The tip of her dildo prodded my ass as she backed me up a few steps. Though it. " "I rape you, you stupid girl!" I exclaimed."I think we both know that''s not true." she insisted, "Perhaps to start with, when you kept trying to force yourself up my bottom and used the whip, but not now, it's just nice." Oh great sounds like you keep a diary," I challenged."Facebook," she replied."Oh bloody hell." I sat on the floor, with my back against the low plinth the cage was set on, she climbed out and stood before me then she kneeled down and kissed me, her hands went to my tie and.