“Yssss chlugh.” I tried to say. As I tried to move my mouth the points dug in.
“Hmmm. I think this is a great improvement. Oh and here’s another present for you.” She leaned over, holding my head still with her hands, and placed her mouth above the hole in the tube. She pursed her lips and allowed a stream of saliva to drip down into the tube. It slid right into the back of my throat and I thought I might choke.
“Achhh, chrrrr,” I coughed. Christine smiled and waited for me to finish. I saw her working her jaw, and I knew she was building up another dose of spit for me. Sure enough she leaned over and drooled into the tube.
“I’m sure you must like it,” she said. “Not that you can do anything about it, of course. But I think you wanted us to spit at you earlier, didn’t you, slave?” She d
