"How?" I asked.She smirked at my confusion, "You can't seriously think that you're the only one who knows blinkstrike. Heck, half of those who survive... Baphomet War are probably a master of blinkstrike, now. I myself mastered this technique centuries before Sarai was even born. So, have you given up, yet?" If I give up, are you going to let me go?" Hell no. I'll just make your death go quicker. You need to be punished for defying Mother. Traitors need to be taught a lesson. In that sense,. Getting a blow job while driving was actually one of my fantasies, but I had never told her that. As she did it caught me completely off guard: she didn’t say a word when she unzipped me (again) and adjusted her seat belt until I spoke up first. “What? You said you wanted me to be more adventurous.” That I did.Once to her place I nearly stripped her naked just getting to the door. When she started to look through her purse for the keys I had her bra undone, her skirt unhooked, and was fingering. Properly strapped down, I slip a tube gag into your mouth, allowing your jaw to relax after its stresses but your tunnel still wide open. I tighten you collar restraints pulling your head over the edge until you are staring directly at my dangling testes. They roll right over your eyes as your vision goes dark and my thick cock slides easily into your mouth. Your lips breifly connect with scrotum before the cock flies back and slams in aggressively again. You give a moan of pain and a squeak of. Mom told me that I should do my homework, and stay out oftrouble till she got home. Being so little in size for my age, I justloved that mom left me stay home by myself, because it made me feel moregrown up. besides I knew Mrs. Miller was right next door if I neededhelp.My mom was usually off on weekends, which was great, because when she washome, we were a family again. We would have picnics, go to the movies,and do all kinds of things together. Mom would also have to do theshopping and all.