Camsoda Work - This time there are no limits to them.

Each can be a really good idea...or a just plain old - but remember the rules. There is a hold-up man in the car with his hands on the wheel - but you aren't going to let his fingernail touch your pussy. At the same time my hand goes around your neck and squeezes gently but firmly. All the while your hand is asking the same question... " of GAGGING "m....ma'm ...mmm....... what do you want?" By now the question has become a mantra for both of you. Sometimes I sit and wonder how much longer I can stay on my hands and knees and gradually escalate the pace.

Just as I feel about to explode I reach over and cup my asscheeks, and lower them gently to the mattress to mitigate the pressure I've created in the cleavage. The gasps of the crowd and the shocked looks of the audience make me hesitate. (It's too late.) And then I can see it happening. Those perfect blue eyes of theirs, almost glassy, tracing the outline of my as a breast meets my eye - then my hand squeezes and touches my "V" to indicate agreement. Then the hand advances...I watch his wrist as it's lifted upward...reaching for a handbag - and the instant I know it's on the bed roll over onto my back. The shock of the sudden, involuntary and nearly painful initiation almost makes me jump.

But I roll and the hand closes around my neck, the gasps growing louder. "Look at this." His other hand moves away. "You are a good little girl and a good cum slut and I'm going to give you what you want." He holds up the handbag. "Put your hand in." I do. The look in my eyes shifts. The subtle, warring themes that were becoming peopled out of me before the incident finds its own elegant and powerful expression in their clash. And now my hand is wet...