Thick, salty-sweet precum slathered all over my tongue as I enveloped my mouth over his cock.“Mmph..!” I groaned, relishing in the taste.“Oh, Go..., Lottie..! Oh fuck, what are you doing?”My tongue swirled around his cock-head and was rewarded with more precum.“Oh fuck…” he growled, twisting his fingers into my hair. “Fuck, don’t stop.”My hand joined in with my mouth, pumping his shaft furiously as I sucked. I hoped I wasn’t too bad at it, but the way Daddy kept thrusting his hip, driving his. I worked up my courage and told him that I did. I quivered at the thought of being alone with a man in a room designed for some type of bondage. We entered the room. Against one wall was a wooden cross in the shape of an “X.” I had seen pictures of this on the internet and knew what it was for. He planned on tying me to it. I felt myself flush with both fear and excitement. He tugged on my leash and pulled me close to him. His face brushed against my cheek and then he gave. I could see her generous calves, thighs, mons, tummy and breasts all at once in the now well-used mirror. I unwrapped the clear plastic cups on the nightstand and poured us each a sizable portion of the effervescent liquid."Why am I always so unbelievably thirsty after I cum?" she asked rhetorically, as if to justify drinking the entirety of her glass in one go after we wordlessly entwined our arms and tapped our respective receptacles together.I smiled and drank deeply to accompany her. It was. She did notice that she felt a strange fear of this man that she had never experienced before.He stepped down onto the platform from the first step and he continued walking slowly towards her, his eyes never leaving hers.She whimpered, but heard it as if it were from someone else. Her hand was still raised to cover a yawn she had long ago ended. but now it was almost raised as if in horror.Closer he was coming, and in direct opposite of her breathing, Sarah's heart was thundering in her chest..