Her nose was buried in my ass. I closed my eyes and kept them closed. I let my body float with the attentions of her tongue. And I let my ears go deaf...to the jeers and low catcalls of the men around us.But, you. You, Master, never said a thing. I could tell, because you were, in my opinion, too much of a gentleman to make such childish noises. I also knew that you enjoyed the reactions of those around us, immensely.The tongue jabbed harder at my tender, swollen clit. The blonde's persistence. It was only okay. She wanted exploding stars and flaming comets. She wanted nearly-passing-out sex. She wanted mind-blowing. But Carly being the eternal optimist, thought she could teach Steven and then they could share incredible sex.Then came the horrible, eye-opening discovery that Steven wasn't as sweet and loving as she thought. Or, rather, he was more sweet and loving. With another girl in Los Angeles!Through the Hollywood Arts High School website, TheSlap, the iCarly gang found he was. “How fucking dare you do that in front of our guest?”David grunted what sounded like “I’m sorry,” through his rope gag and fell onto his side.I was wrong; no cock cage. Miranda kicked him in the balls for good measure and his limp dick twitched back to life.“You’ll fucking lick that up later,” Miranda warned her husband. “And any mess we make,” she pointed from me to her, “You’ll lick that up too.”“Yus Misress,” David gargled through his gag, his puffy red face dripping with sweat as he. Thankfully though, his seat was at the end. At least I had a little bit of luck. I continued to try and read the book. Before I could get any farther, a girl walked over. She had long shiny black hair, and big beautiful green eyes. Im not very good at guessing age, but she looked to be 17 just like me. She looked up at the row number to double check, and grabbed her luggage to put up in the overhead compartment. She was a little bit short, and couldnt quite get her suitcase up top, so I got out.