Or just a little slut.I heard his voice over the speaker, “Put it on.”The ballgag was a hard, red plastic. With a hand on each strap, I pulled it...slowly to me. I licked it with my tiny, pink tongue. Then I kissed it. I opened wide. Felt it slide into my mouth, over my tongue, straps flowing to the corners of my small mouth. I clasped it, felt the pressure...The mind drifting to my subspace. The gag, hard plastic, delicious in my mouth. Submissiveness creeping in from the edges. Eyes. For example, if one had been living with someone for a long time and you mutually enjoyed what some would say was a fetish or different, and then it stopped…death, separation whatever…they could also find an interested participant.“Now, so as there are no big surprises, I will show run through each tenant’s profile. But before that, let’s have nice cup of tea…you're going to need it! “Sitting down in the back office, Yvonne opened the tenants' profile book. I was surprised in that in all there. Being that this apartment was on the ground floor and it was on the end of the building where the main sidewalk to the apartment complex was, I tried to see if any of the windows could possibly be seen through from the outside easily if the blinds were cracked open.In the master bedroom, there were two windows on the wall facing the sidewalk on either side of the headboard above the nightstands. They were both about three feet tall and two feet wide and had vertical blinds. One of the first. We got out and hustled up some path through thick brush to a clearing."He wanted to put up a tent but we were too excited. It didn't look like anybody else was around anyway. I let him undress me and lay back while he kissed my neck and tits. Oooh, he sucked 'em!"They were both laughing now so hard they couldn't eat or talk. Their faces were flushed, convulsed, tearing up... "And that not all he sucked. Oh, wait a minute! Finally I made him roll over so I could get a good look. Just as I.