I gasp in some air. ?Tell me that you want me to fuck your mouth so deep that you can lick my balls,? Sheila says to me. ?Mistress please fuck my thro...t so deep that I can lick your balls,? I croak out. ?I will slave don’t worry. But first I want Bill to get this nut crusher on you so that we can get you back to screaming. I want you to scream on my dick while you choke on it,? Sheila says happily.I feel my nuts placed between some things and then pressure begins to build. My balls slowly. I could see the cctv that looked at the door, plus it made a loud bang if anyone came in, so I was covered there. There were windows all around the pub but I was safe if anyone looked in because she was below the bar. While I was doing these mental checks in my head, she had hold of my growing cock with both hands running up and down it. She had these long manicured fingernails and right then she was using them to scratch my shaft. If that wasn't pleasure enough she did the same on my head. I. I could barely stand as I followed Charlie into the hall way covered only by a sweat drenched sheet as I locked the door I was not mistaken this time. There was Mister Henry standing in his kitchen window, he waved as I closed the door. I barely had time to clean up and try to get the aroma of sex out of the house when I heard the car door and knew my folks were home. I scurried to the living room and plopped down on the sofa in a position so that I could see out the window. Mister Henry called. I slipped on some sandals and went outside in time to see Chucky pull up. He was a year older than us so being 16, his parents bought him a car for his birthday. The primer black, 69 Chevelle SS suited his personality. Not perfect but not bad. When he climbed out, my jaw dropped. The acne was gone and except for a few scars, you would never have known he ever had acne. He started playing football so he lost the belly and while he wasnt ripped, the tight tshirt he wore showed how hard he worked.