I felt that growing weight between my legs. I whispered, “Oh, God, almost.”“Almost what?” he asked, but not like he was really listening to th... answer. His voice was breathy, and his eyes were shut with concentration.Then between one stroke and another, that weight spilled up and over, bathing my skin in warmth and pleasure. It tore a scream from my mouth and dug my nails into his lower arms. He froze above me.Crispin’s voice, saying, “Don’t stop.”He started again, but he’d lost just that edge. A couple of men from the brick building rushed out and grabbed the metal box while a young boy took the mail bag. Winnie stepped over to her bag when the driver said, ‘Need some help with that ma’am?’ ‘Well, actually, I’m looking for the Fallon Hotel.’ ‘I know it well,’ said the driver. ‘If you’d like, I can take you there myself.’ Winnie smiled, ‘That would be wonderful!’ ‘Wait here, I’ll be right back.’ The driver ran into the Wells Fargo building, then came back wearing a jacket and carrying. I want to touch you!" I begged. "Oh you will...when I tell you to!" I started to list off the benefits of letting me go when I felt a gag being brought down over my head, the ball gag from the bottom of the chest, I surmised. Quiet, I simply watched him stroke. The throbbing in my pussy became intense. Mike moved up and straddled my chest. He rubbed his cock all over my face, leaving a small trail of precum. Then he moved farther up and while he stroked rubbed his balls up and down my face.. For that reason, I am one of only two people that are going straight to university out of high school.The other person is one I hoped to never interact with again, a girl by the name of Chyenne. Chyenne is loud, obnoxious, and generally annoying to be around. Obviously a spoiled child growing up, she had family high up in our town's social structure, so she basically got away with anything she wanted to.I had a crush on Chyenne early on in high school, but that quickly faded as her oxbinious.