And when her tongue wasn't working its way up to my pulsating head, her hand was working all of her saliva into me in a long twisting motion up and do...n. Eventually she flicked my head with her tongue and started to take me in her mouth. It was glorious.She worked her pouty lips down a little and back up to the head, slowly. She repeated this a few times, each time going a little lower until she was nearly at the base. My god, it felt amazing. Her mouth was warm and moist and her tongue moved. She pressed my cuffs tightly closed on my wrists, really tight ....so tight that they hurt.'Yes, I know that hurts, Mr Crowne. It's to give you an incentive not to dawdle....I've got the keys, and I'll unlock your handcuffs just as soon as you get to your cell’.I felt a leather strap pressed against my bottom. 'And this is Mr. Strap….he’s my favorite toy! Go to the door! No speaking! Keep ahead of me. Keep your eyes down and to your front, or Mr. Strap will be angry! Don’t look at me! I told. Then she looked over at her mother, who was watching interestedly, said, "Hi, Mom," and turned her attention back to her father.They talked quietly about whether there was anything they needed her to do about insurance matters. The hospital had called the company for them and an agent had come over to see what was going on. Don said everything was all squared away, at least as far as the hospital was concerned. He knew less about the car, which he was sure was totaled and had been towed. Growling suddenly, he threw Sally off his face, back onto the bed, rolled over onto his knees and rammed his reborn erection savagely into Sally’s gushing pussy and began to hump her like some wild animal. And Sally was fucking him back just as desperately. They were kissing, laughing, cooing furiously as they fucked like they hadn’t fucked in quite some time, wildly and with passion. It almost reminded Sally of the very first time Ted had fucked her, on the kitchen table on a bright July.