Turning to the stainless tray again, I select a bright pink tube and flip the lid. Carefully, I manoeuvre my part flaccid cock out of its hiding place and piss into the cavernous mouth of the funnel. Milf sex “Don’t make me do that again.” I tell you harshly as your back bone returns to its normal repose after arching at the violation against that most sensitive nub. Your cry is for the sudden fall and the confusion of someone falling with you in a jumble of arms and legs. Then your left nipple is pinched in the serrated teeth of the other clamp. Your eyes tell me that you are suffering from the effects, your struggles are becoming rapidly feeble; it is no problem to get you to the car with what support your legs can offer. Your eyes widen in fear when you realise what I intend, but having the metal spout of the funnel firmly taped into your mouth gives you no possibility of complaint. Your own natural essences follow the plug releasing a pungent odour.
