Georgia Jones American Guest A Day With Georgia

He can’t be far away, and the chamber’s doors are still open, so throwing caution to the wind I abandon my use of “Master” and risk shouting his name as loud as I can: “Acheron! Acheron!” But Nastya is undaunted by my calls for help, or my threat to have her punished. For a second time I’m the one who has to give way, and when she takes my jaw in her hand and starts squeezing painfully, I’m forced to yield and open my mouth to permit Nastya to squeeze the ball between my teeth. My last chance pathetic cry of “Acheron!” is suddenly muted as the gag is pressed into place and penetrates between my lips. I work my mouth as though trying to chew, but whatever I do the round sphere I’m holding in my mouth feels too huge, squashing down my tongue, and distending my jaw. While Nastya is reaching behind my head to secure the buckle, lifting my skull with great gentleness, I bite down with all the force I can muster on the straps. Nothing. The ball is heavier and more solid than I would have predicted and the leather is thick and wide. The gag tastes unpleasantly of fear and sweat. I’m not the first wearer of this thing. Nastya releases her hold on my head, lowering me back to the mattress. I’m now free to try to expel the sphere, moving my jaw and tongue in an attempt to work it forwards, but of course, it doesn't move. I’ve been shackled, I’ve got my legs apart and what’s more I’ve been muzzled like an animal. Gods, things are going so badly wrong! Once more I try to protest about the misunderstanding that’s occurred, but this time the only noise I emit is a series of muffled protests that sound more like moaning. Nastya’s instructions were to “prepare the first female to arrive”. A stupid, poorly worded command has reduced a female who should be dominant to this. I was assuming that with the muzzle my indignities must be complete, so when she then amateur casually unfastens the bow holding my slave wrap and I understand what’s about to happen next I offer the most resistance so far, masturbation shouting at her through the gag and struggling in my bonds to prevent myself being exposed. But my writhing is futile, and worse, it reinforces to me pussy even more completely how utterly helpless I am. I’m so defenseless that I can’t prevent someone carrying out the trivial act of pulling a string. Crap, crap, crap, I’m gonna be stripped! With ease they tug my wrap out from underneath my back, and suddenly I’m naked. I close my eyes with misery as they bare me. The imminent danger of Riyena and permanent slavery to Aghara-Penthay should still be my only concern, but somehow I can only think about how someone who should respect me – Acheron, is going to see me chained and naked - obscenely naked lying with my teen thighs apart to openly flaunt my pussy, and with my mouth stuffed orgasm with this degrading red ball. I’ll so make sure there’s repercussions once the mission is over – I’ll report him to White Queen and make sure Gaianesian Intelligence don’t use someone so prone to mistakes ever again, but that won’t erase what’s happening here. He became nude in no time and he was a disgusting looking guy. He pulls out while he’s still hard and I feel him at my other entrance. And on the steps he saw someone that he didn’t know. She wished she could close her legs, or hide her tits. “Just a sec.” She exited the room and quickly retrieved a couple of their softest towels from the hall linen closet. Her breathing teen was shallow and stuttered. It orgasm was obviously not anything close to a compliment. Delight surged through my body and washed into my masturbation mind. Kelly tried to giggle but pussy couldn't. There was also a TV lounge for the guests. The bus instantly sped off choking a huge cloud of dust on its way, leaving me stranded in this place where even the roads were dusty and the fields were as yellow as the sun and as the soil they were growing on. I asked the producer when the taping would air, she said that it would air Wednesday evening, which I was happy about. “Cum for me baby. She jumps on her mom’s bed. I polished the entire length of his cock. She said with a smile and glint in her eye. About amateur forty minutes later, I was standing at the entrance to the classroom and looking through the small glass window in the door. Again, though his body rested, his mind wandered the endless void of his subconscious, unable to enter the dreamlike realm of the Temple of Venus.