Her excitement continued to grow, as Yolande, with only the most slight prompting, concentrated on her task, gliding up and down on Anders' shaft, feeling him bump the back of her throat.  She gagged, backed up, and took a few breaths, before carrying on... she<em>wanted</em>to carry on, now that she was aroused, and associating that arousal not only with how he had dominated her, but with how she was servicing him now.  It was hard to believe this was the Anders she had known, but it was, and more.<br/><br/>Occasional squeezes of her soft flesh kept her in mind of his control if he wanted to exert it, and his power was a bit frightening, but arousing too, and she worked harder to pleasure him.  Her voice got louder, huskier, taking deep breaths before pushing further and letting him press the entrance to her throat again, and again, starting to stretch her just a little.  A couple of times the reflex to gag made her stop and pull back, but she kept trying, kept pushing... but although his head entered the very top of her throat, to the sound of a happy groan from Anders, she couldn't manage more.<br/><br/>Yet she could at least please him, like this.  Her tongue pressed and stroked, a hand curled around the base of his shaft, and she tried to satisfy him before her exhaustion made her collapse.