Shopping KmartChapter 6
Bound to the ladder, blindfolded and furiously working my anal muscles to keep the dowel in place, I can't help but wonder at the silence before me. My demand to let me cum, the evidence between my legs of my previous discharge; my cursing. All of it had gone too far, I think, with you. I cower, as best as I can on the ladder, knowing that my mouth has got to stop working without interaction from my brain. "Sir," I begin, feeling quite chagrined -- and scared shitless. "I'm sorry. I'll...