Moans escape my lips as I feel what must be your finger enter me. My hands react and reach down to hold the back of your head. More waves of pleasur... run through me as I feel a building within me. My breathing quickens as the force inside of me builds greater. I am anxious for the release. My anxiety turns to fear. “Do I let myself go?”“Do I move and lessen the intensity?”“Do I…” My thought is broken as I feel another move of your tongue and finger unleashes a torrent of spasms through. It says come here and leave your blindfold on and gag in. It says do nothing but fuck your ass no matter how you 'pretend' to struggle. I would love to be able to stay to see if he does. Sadly, I must always wonder if he follows instructions." Marty left. With my arms stretched up to the back of the couch, I could rest my head on my arms and though I couldn't sleep, I greyed out a couple of times from exhaustion. I'm not sure, but I doubt it was much more than an hour before I heard the key. "You better be careful, I am sick" she said faking a cough. She was playing hookie -- with her mother's permission -- from school to spend time with me.I hugged anyway, keeping the PDA to a minimum in case any nosey busy bodies had their binoculars turned out way."How was your morning?" she asked rhetorically with a wink , well aware of where I had started my day.She opened the door and led me in to the cute house. I paused to politely remove my shoes. Her mother was working at the kitchen. I do have to baby sit her. When she drinks….well, you saw I am sure what she was doing, flaunting herself at you. She is a nymphomaniac," Justine spoke softly looking me in the eyes pleading. "I need to have this job. I have babysat for many ch1ldren and I can give you references if you need them. I do not drink, smoke or steal. I have always told the truth and have never lied when asked a question." Well, we have a boy, Steven and a girl, Frolic. Do you think you will be able to handle two.