<strong><span class="bbc_u">Marko</span></strong><br/><br/>The roots of hair pulled on her scalp as you took ahold of it and pulled it back.  So  you could watch her sucking you off.  Mary would raise her eyes to look up at you.  As she bobbed over your thick length.  You feel the walls of her mouth working in contraction,  as she sucked you.  Her eyes are moist, through she is not crying, however it is a struggle.  As she feels demeaned in this.    Her only guiding light, is the thought of eventual freedom, and her chance of running away.   That keeps her from crying and at the task at hand.