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My thoughts returned to Becky. I wasn’t particularly well-endowed, and I was sure that a girl like her didn’t have a gag reflex, but I wished I could’ve watched the tears well up in her eyes as I held her down on my cock. I could only imagine what it would feel like to have her throat spasm around my shaft as she- Furniture. The thought rose, unbidden, in my mind, followed by a face. It was my uncle’s face. Synapses were firing in my brain now, connecting disparate thoughts, reaching conclusions that couldn’t possibly be true, could they? I got out of my bed, hobbling as fast as I femdom could to the computer on my desk. Ensuring my speakers were turned down Facesit low, I opened one of the videos of Rachel. Whoever it was had some rudimentary computer skills. The videos had clearly been edited, although, in my excited state at finding the videos, this was the first time I had noticed. The man’s face was blurred out and while you could easily hear Rachel’s screams as she face sitting was repeatedly beaten with a thin cane, there were other times it was clear her mouth was moving but the sound had been edited out. For a brief moment, I imagined it was Becky bound to that cross, with me wielding facesitting the implement, battering and bruising her. I could feel the anger welling in my chest as I thought about her, feel my cock start to swell again female domination at the thought of hearing her scream like that. I pushed it away. This video wasn’t the one I was looking for. I opened the next video. Rachel popped back up on the monitor, this time on her knees, crawling towards the camera. I paused it. In the background behind her-NO. It couldn’t be. My hand hovered over the mouse, unable to resume the video. Not much of it was visible, and I suddenly felt very stupid for not having noticed before, but the couch behind her looked a particular shade of burgundy. Specifically, it looked the particular shade of burgundy that upholstered the couch in my uncle’s living room. I pressed play, hoping both that it was him and that it wasn’t. It was. It was his burgundy couch. Easier for him to fuck my brains out all night, that is. But what did I expect face sitting after he spent a few hundred dollars on clothes and makeup for me? I guess facesitting I owe it to him, and I do feel grateful. She was really bucking and moaning by this point and I wanted to really get her off. Did she make femdom it out?” Was arriving on time considered late for parties? My mouth found each of Facesit her nipples, first a light kiss on the nipple and then a slight pause suck on each nipple after their kiss. “Nothing there,” he said brusquely and stepped back slightly. Suddenly he shuddered and blew his load, unable to contain his lust for her, thundering his milky emissions deep inside her inner sanctum. I smiled and thanked him. "When a young penis gets hard, after all, it craves immediate relief. I bang my hand on that sharp turn into the kitchen. I said “BOO.” They squealed and ran off. I wasn't sure how long it all lasted, female domination but all I needed was just a few seconds.