Then he pulled out. I wanted him back inside me – he flipped around to my back, lifted my thighs apart, and positioned himself to once again penetra...e me – this time from the rear with my leg being held in the air. I arched my hips back toward him and he slipped back up inside me. He felt even bigger this way and he began to thrust a bit faster. Then it was if his dick began to grow even larger, and he slowed very deliberately. I pushed against him and had a smaller climax, and as I came out of. She’s now pinned between the dumpster and me, making her situation even direr. I pull the garrote hard as the former Deputy Press Secretary gurgles loudly, flailing her arms and legs in her struggles. I feel her soft ass press against me and the feeling gets me hard in no time. She’s a fighter, pushing against me and trying to escape, but soon starts to slow down her movements considerably. Lindsay is starting to let go as her upper body rests on the dumpster, not having the strength to resist. 'Mr.Phelps? Are You going to fuck me?''Want me to?' He asked.'With that?!''Yes,Brian. With This!' He laughed.'But it's So Much Bigger than your finger!''And it's going to feel So Much Better,than my finger!''Promise?' I asked.'I Promise!'He put me back on the bed and buckled wide,fur lined leather straps around my legs,just above my knees. He did the same to my arms. I remember laughing when he strapped me into a harness.'Brian, You thirsty?''Yes,Sir.''Here. Drink it all.'And I did. The next. I pulled away, letting go of Kevin, “Mmm, you were a stud, pussy slave,” I grinned.“I'm so glad I could service you, Mistress,” he grinned. We loved this game. When he won, I was his little cock slave. Dominating him was almost as much fun as when he held my red curls and fucked my mouth. But I never tried to lose, even if it was more fun to.“I think you need a reward,” I grinned, sliding down his body again. I reached his hard cock, grinding on him for a moment.“Eating your pussy was reward.