My peace and quiet was suddenly interrupted by a frantic banging on the front door. I was startled and quickly headed towards the door to check out th... source of the noise through the spy hole in the door.I didn't make it to the door before a young black haired teenager burst through the door and into the lounge room. She was crying and babbling as she strode into the room, coming to a stop at the back of the lounge chair. She completely ignored me standing naked and stunned in the entry. I decided that actually restricting my legs or hands while driving was probably pretty unwise for now, so I went ahead and buckled a harness?ballgag?in nice and tight (pink straps with a white ball that does a great job of showing off if you have lipstick on) put padlocks through the buckles of the gag as well and then applied plenty of duct tape over the gag and below the chin; you couldn’t see any flesh on my face below my nose?just shiny silver tape.Once I was nicely buckled into my cuffs. If Kori wanted more sexual adventures, the Strip and Fuck Club was a good place to start. As the club owner, Ned had certain privileges with the talent, even if they were just part-time. He imagined inviting Kori to the mansion for his exclusive use. He envisioned scenes in the guest suite where he could boost her sensual spirit. While Kori’s luscious cunt entertained his buried cock, her mouth would suckle his tongue. Later, her tongue would entertain his cock as he licked her pussy to. They were so intense that the following morning she felt positive that she had peed in bed while dreaming. On closer inspection, she realized that the wetness between her legs was not pee. It smelled different, for one thing, and it was a lot thicker, with a gooey white look much like the liquid soap that her mom used to wash the dishes.She couldn't remember much about her dream. All she did recall was that it all began when she imagined that Paul was touching her hair. She next imagined him.