Out. Suck. Suck. Again, I think David had a camera trained on the action at times. By now though, the humiliation was gone. I was just impossibly horn.... It seemed like my little clitty just leaked juice constantly in its cage. There was no pleasure there, just cold, sticky, gooey. But that did not matter."Please cum," I begged David. "I want your juices." You must hold it in your slut-mouth, not swallow," I was told. I nodded as I continued to bob up and down.Finally, gripping his beautiful. I didn't say another word to her the rest of the night, I slept on the couch that night, allowing her time to sulk,The next morning I awakened to the smell of coffee brewing and I found her at the kitchen table sitting, "I am sorry honey" she sheepishly said."Too late for any of that" I harshly stated."Oh God" she uttered"You are one BITCH"! I commanded like a prick.She began to once again cry and put her head down, I took my coffee out side and sat at the patio table and lit up a cigarette.. "I hear you fine, hon. Be careful... I'm not far away," he said. Breanna went up to the statue as she had been told and waited there. No one else was around and then suddenly she got a text from the mystery person.Take your cell phone out of your pocket. Hold it up so I can see it and put it on the bench. Then walk towards the old elm tree.Breanna panicked–this was her lifeline! There would be no way to call Jimmy if she needed help! But she had little choice. She took her phone out of her. We were both entranced. His hold on my hips tightened, and he began fucking me back from the bottom. He was hitting the perfect spot inside me. I could feel myself getting close to cumming again. I don’t exactly know where it came from. I’d never done this before, but I reached down, placed my hands around Gabriel’s throat, and choked him. His eyes shot open, his face tightened, and then I felt it. He was cumming inside me, grunting, and grasping onto the fabric of my skirt as tightly as he.