Now, being filled like this made me tremble with the need to rub or touch myself somehow. Throwing me down onto the bed, he put his hands on the clasp of the ball gag. The sensation was gone in a moment though as I felt something cold and soft being rubbed against my asshole. I felt his eyes roaming up and down my perfect, eighteen-year-old body, and I loved it. But instead, he just sat there, for a full ten minutes. If he had taken the ball gag out, I would have begged for him to stop. When he stood me up and began to fasten the coat around my naked body, I listened fervently to his words. It allowed him to see my body perfectly. The house was unremarkable; a wooden house painted a nice blue with two windows in the front. The first was a bathroom, the second clearly his bedroom, and the third a guest room that he had transformed.
