What's the matter, baby? Can't get to that little dicky of yours with your hands duct-taped over your head, can you? Bet you'd love for me to just slide right down that anxious little cock of yours... but I'm not going to. If you're lucky, I might just brush my lips against it so you can feel my soft juices and quivering clit... if you're lucky.

But you don't look very lucky. Maybe if you suck the shaft of my rubber dildo well enough, I might feel a little more charitable... open your mouth. I'll feed it to you before I feed it to your spit-lubed asshole, plunger-style.

I love to have my heels licked. If I un-tape you, I'll let you run your tongue up my thin 4 inch stilettos and suck my toes. But that's if I un-tape you. I do love watching a man squirm. Maybe we should call your wife since you're just lying there... I wonder what she'd have to say about your being all wrapped up like this... Hmmmm...

I know, it's so frustrating to have your balls just ready to burst with a hot load and no way to let it shoot. You poor thing. Maybe a quick glass of ice water poured on your package is what you need. I'll just get you hard again, though... just to torment you like the rest of my little boy toys. Oh, what to do, what to do?