”“I know just what you need.” I told her, after listening to all that she had to say. “What?” She asks, as she dried the tears in her eyes... “Just stand up.” I told her.WOW she had on a black dress that was thigh high, and the dress fit her just like a glove. The dress was showing off a lot of her cleavage. Black nylon stockings and black shoes completed her outfit. All and all very sexy.I said, “what you need is a good hug.” As I stepped forward and gave her the best hug that I could. .. sexy!The "session" is set to run for an hour, but I cannot see the clock, and Idon't know for sure how long I have left to suffer, and whether mystrength will last for that time...The rope is tight around my neck, my legs are burning and often refuse topush my body weight up for another gasp of air, my ass is stretched to theabsolute limit - it's the culmination, and he moves in closer to observeit - this is what he and the invisible online audience have been waitingfor for almost an hour.. And this girl's mouth was to die for. Her perfect pouty little lips made me hard just looking at them. I alsonoticed that she had braces, giving her that innocent school girl look. Her breasts were maybe less than average, but that didn't bother me. Her body looked firm and she had an ass that was outlined perfectly by her tight black pants. How could a girl in a grocery store uniform look this good?! I was reading her name tag when she looked back at me. "Bria," it read."Anything else?". Her skin is pale, as well, almost ghost-like. She's small, no taller than a girl in her early teens, but seems to have all the physical attributes of an adult woman. I can see everything she has, because she's nude. So beautiful.There she is, moving silently, cautiously to the bait. She really likes the candy. She tears open the packages, almost viciously, and crams the contents into her mouth as if afraid that they will vanish. The look on her face is almost spiritual.I sit unmoving, just.