For a moment Phill marveled at how lovely she was.  His hands began to glide over her skin as if of their own accord.  It always amazed him, no matter how often he touched her, her skin was always so incredibly smooth and soft.  Simply touching her like he was now was enough to make him to want Kate more.  Phill couldn’t remember a time he had wanted her more, but found himself reveling in the authority he had.  Kitten was his.  He wanted her bent over, and she was.  He wanted to take her, and he would.  He wanted to toy with her first, he was.  His idea of toying with her was to touch her.  His hands ran along her skin, up under her shirt, over her bra, in her bra; down her legs but always skipped touching her core.  The only break in his roaming, seemingly random, touches was when he spanked her.  Each smack against her ass was light, as he wasn’t trying to hurt her, it was just meant to add a bit of a sting, to provide some contrast to the soft touches he was indulging in.<br/><br/>“Oh, this simply won’t do, Kitten.  You are making far too much noise.”  It was out of the blue, as up till this point he hadn’t mentioned he wanted her quiet.  It was something his mind settled on, he wanted to see his lovely Kitten gagged.   Yet, looking around proved that the Men’s Room of a nice Italian restaurant was not ideal for bondage play.  Still, Phill was an engineer, and he was used to improvising to make things work.  A smile touched his lips and he pulled out his discarded sock.  He felt certain that Kate really wouldn’t want that in her mouth, but it wouldn’t be that bad.  So, he ties a double knot in it, then pulls off his belt and loops it over his shoulder.   He knew what he was going to do, now he just had to figure out how.   Watching Kate Phill considers how to proceed, and then starts spanking Kate’s bottom till her mouth opens to yelp in discomfort, or gasp.  She had done so at the other spankings, so perhaps she would again.  Seizing the moment she does open her mouth,  he pushes the sock-gag in place.  Holding the gag in place with one hand and pulls the belt off his shoulder with his free hand, using that to make a crude cleave gag,   “There, much quieter.”  It never occurred to him he had broken the rules of the game, Kate now had no way to exit.<br/><br/>Gripping the belt with one hand he brought his other hand down on her upturned ass, marveling how it slowly turned redder.  He alternated his slaps to each cheek in an effort to keep them the same shade of red.  It was odd, but he wanted them both the same shade as it appealed to his sense of logic.  It wasn’t until time encroached on his thoughts that he stopped.  It was limited where he was and if he wanted to take her, he couldn’t waste much more of it.  Letting go of the belt he undid his pants. His desire hadn’t abated, he had to have her, now.  No waiting to get home.  Phill moved close against Kate in to the stall and shut the door, as if that would hide what they were doing.  His hands slid on her hips again and he pressed his hard member against her opening.<br/><br/>What Phill wanted to do was to move slowly after her and make her tremble from the agonizing slowness, to tease her into an aching need with what he was doing.  When his hands gripped onto her hips and he pushed into her, he let out a soft involuntary gasp of pleasure and all the pent up sexual energy that had been in his body all day rushed through his system, and he fucked her fast and hard.  His fingers gripping tightly, he pulls her hips back to meet his thrusts as he was lost in an animalistic lust for this exotic woman.<br/><br/>The rush of orgasmic pleasure that escapes him is by far the most intense he has ever felt.  He simply keeps hammering into her till the mind blowing sensations calm down.  He leans back against the door trying to catch his breath, and looks down at Kate.  “Wow..  oh, uh.. sorry, that looks a tad bit uncomfortable.”  Leaning forward he undoes the belt and removes the gag.   Reaching forward Phill tenderly runs his fingers through Kate’s hair, though he had done it before he felt more like he was petting her, still affectionate, but somehow denoting an authority he had over her.<br/><br/>“Such a good kitten.”  Phill remarked quietly, his tone as loving as the day he had taken his vows to be her husband.