By now my cock was hard again and she was gently stroking it.“That is such a turn on. The way you use your voice. I’m sure no man could resist y...u,” I said.“Just lay on your back and let me watch and stroke you. I just love your cock,” she said.I was putty in her hands. I immediately rolled on my back and relaxed.She continued to gently stroke me for some 10 minutes. She was watching my cock intently.“What are you thinking?” I asked.“I was thinking about the different sensations I am. The Judge called while Catherine and Margarita were shopping. They had to stop at a furniture store to buy a quality bed and bedroom set for Margarita's room, which meant they would be gone awhile. When you counted the time it would take to get her a new wardrobe, I might not see them until the weekend."Hello Judge," I said happily."I hear you got moved in," he said quietly. "Are you up to answering a couple of nagging questions?" Of course I am, Judge. Fire away."He fired all right."When you. Do you understand? And if you say anything to either one of us this weekend other than yes ma'am, we're going to make these collars retract to the size of those worthless wedding bands you're wearing. Do you understand?" "Yes ma'am" Jake and I repeated in chorus. "If I find one nick, or one single strand of hair anywhere on your bodies you will pay. Do you understand?" "Yes ma'am". "Good" said Marcy, "get to it."Over an hour later we emerged from the bathroom, chastened and humiliated. " The question was innocent enough, it was just the way she used the tip of her tongue to lick the flakes of bread stick from her lip. "Um, cream cheese, cilantro and yogurt. Just wait until you see what else I'm cooking for you. Nothing soothes a psyche quite like good food, eh?" He reached for his wine glass and took a generous sip. "Now, don't change the subject. I'll bet any man could make you feel just as good as or better than ol' Roddy the nimrod." He poured raspberry sauce over fresh.