Tim asked me if I was content. I was. I felt amazing. What he didn't say was what he thought.

"Did you like me dancing?" I needed to know the ansewer to the question more than anything.

I knew I would be tied down. There was no way I would be able to stay still with the cord and the metal pointer striking me.

I opened my mouth for Jim. My tongue reached out for his hard cock. I licked around his head and then flattened my tongue over the tip. At that moment, Tim struck me with the cord. I jumped and Jim's cock was halfway down my throat. I sucked and licked like it was ice cream.

I love to suck cock. Jim moaned and I smiled. It was a powerful feeling. His most delicate part was in my mouth and my mouth was giving him pleasure. He let me play for a few moments. I almost came when he grabbed my hair and Tim rubbed his hands all over my welted ass. Jim started setting the pace of when and how deep I would take his cock. He liked teasing me, giving me just a little taste of the tip and then slamming it all the way down my throat so his balls were on my chin and my nose nestled in his stomach. He smelled manly of muscle and sweat and sex.

He fucked my throat like his personal possesion.