Julie checks in

You hear Julie's voice, whispering something to him, and then the sounds of pants being pulled up and buckled. Nick walks out of the kitchen. Julie walks around the table, and takes off your ring gag. "How's it going so far, honey?" Julie's voice is tender, but you can hear a lusty edge in it. "Fine," you say, working feeling back into your jaw. "My neck is a little sore, I guess." You head has been hanging, loose, and it is starting to take a toll on your neck. Julie taps a foot, apparently pondering, then walks across the kitchen. She returns, lifts up your head, and slides some sort of thin plastic board underneath it, halfway down your back. This is much better, and gives good support to your neck. "Thanks," you say. Julie laughs, and responds "no problem, John. Ready for the next one?" You sigh, then respond, "I suppose so. My pussy is just sore, that's all."

Julie laughs again, this time a little more sinisterly. "Yes. I'll take that into consideration."