She want down trhe rest of the way and brough ther hands up to support herself, engulfed him in her mouth (there are advantages to muzzles) his balls resting on her chin.  Her expert tongue quickly went to work on the shaft, while one hand cupping his sack. After she'd dealt with him she got up, and as she moved around to the surfaces, grabbed a paper toel and daintily wiped the corner of her mouth. "Yum! Was that more or less what you meant?"<br/><br/>"Now for breakfast proper. Uh... where does Ptricia keep the cornflakes?"<br/><br/>"Top right hand cupboard, not that I use them much. You'll find a loaf and peanut butter in the second shelf down, if you want to make something for Chris."<br/><br/>Sphinx Ptricia was there, being ridden by a de-pillowed Babs.