Finally, he pushed his cock up into her. He grunted at finding her very tight. He had to have several goes of getting in her fully and was pleased whe... he found her muscles clamping around him. He started pulling out slowly and moving back in enjoying the tight feel of her.She relaxed a little and started lifting her hips and pushing back for him. He increased his pace and started slamming into her harder as he bottomed out. Prue found herself softly oohing and ahing out her pleasure of him. No one saw her. Not a single one of our friends, no one’s parents, not a single person saw or heard from her. I thought she might have gotten in trouble for staying out so late all summer. Then again, it could have been because her father found her shirt covered in dried semen. I figured that would be hard to explain. After a couple of weeks of being unable to reach her, I tried her house, and her father told me she was grounded. Not wanting to get involved I didn’t ask why and respectfully. I tried to speak but the words that I wanted to say were just a garbled mush."What's that? What's that? I didn't hear you."She released her hold and I spit out "Quit this! Quit this now!"It was then that I saw the red ball of the gag come over my forehead and drop in front of my eyes. "Oh, Jesus Christine stop!" She began to fasten the black leather straps behind my head and position the ball in front of my mouth. "What is wrong with you?" I shouted."Well, for starters you slut!"With both. Fearing that business and pleasure might not mix, we had carefully avoided their circle – until they turned up in Paris en route for some publishers’ get-together in Budapest.Our invitation for them to stay with us was politely declined: Fritz was quite open about wanting to stay in Paris because they both wanted to be, as he put it, ‘nearer the action.’ Instead we met for lunch at Taillevent (Fritz insisted on three Michelin rosettes and, as he was paying, we didn’t object). The wine matched.