Mikey was letting me push my limit and he knew that it would also satiate my desires. I still hadn’t told him that I was getting high again, but it ...as only once or twice a week. His only rule was that I quit letting the k**s see me smoke, since they were looking at me like an alien had taken over my body, when I did so. Of course, I didn’t blame them. They had seen me change drastically in the last 3 months as they witnessed me having sex with other men, saw me smoking cigarettes for the first. I clutch unto him when I feel my entire body tense with an impending orgasm. I throw my face into his shoulder and neck as it crashes over me and whimper at the intensity. My pussy goes into spasms but is so stuffed, already. Samuel holds me tight with only slight movement.When the most intense part passes, I lean back with my hands on the back of his neck. I look into his face with wonder. “My God, Samuel … that was amazing. You’re so big it feels like I am completely stuffed. Every movement. He felt the hood over her head until he found and traced the straps of a ball gag and nodded in satisfaction. "You aren't going to be doing much complaining this afternoon, are you?" He whispered and chuckled harshly. She screamed into the gag, but nothing intelligible escaped, nor did her thrashing sway him. Arms tied together behind her neck and then to her bare throat, she was less of a threat to him than the stray fly buzzing dizzily around the room.He palmed and fondled her exposed. Another man was attempting to seduce me and he wasn't lifting the slightest finger to stop him. I suddenly felt very self conscious. Here I was sitting in a pair of fuck-me pumps, tissue paper thin panties and a dress that was barely able to conceal anything. But, curiously, when I realized I looked like a whore I found myself getting turned on. My panties must have been soaked I thought to myself. Mike laughed and suggested that he never realized that Robert was into that sort of thing. I.