"In. Tits to the glass until I say stop. You're going to give everyone a show." Yes Mistress" she whimpers meekly as she complies, crawling across t...e leather upholstery to place her full, firm breasts to the cold glass, the hard surface a sort of slow torture to her already aching nipples. She feels her ankles lifted as her Mistress slides into the other seat, then places the slave's feet in her lap as the Slave continues her humilating punishment. She watches from the corner of her eyes. The 3 of us swapped tongues for a few minutes. I looked down to see Isabella's hand wrapped around my husband's now very hard cock. As they kissed, I dropped to my knees and began flicking my tongue along his shaft and balls as she stroked him slowly. She pushed him back on the bed and we both climbed on. As my tongue continued to lick him all over, her look made clear that she was wondering if it was cool for her to take him in her mouth. The look I gave her made it clear and I paused to watch. It stood in sharp contrast to the scene in the front lawn: a lot of people her age, give or take a few years in various stages of intoxication and, in some extreme cases, fornication. Music blasted through all the open doors and windows and the yard was absolutely littered with empty cans of beer and bottles of the hard stuff. Miranda looked mortified. Samantha looked like a kid come Christmas morning, ‘Oh I like this place,’ she said as she cast a very naughty grin back behind at her lover, ‘I. You never mentioned this before, Prudence.”“He is new, ma’am. His name is Reginald Robertson, and he is a whiz at most subjects. He is a great teacher. He makes it easy to understand some of the more difficult aspects.”“Robertson? I don’t recall a Robertson on the staff roll.”“Oh, he is not staff, ma’am. He is one of the students. You might have heard him mentioned as ‘Lonesome Reg’.”“Oh, that boy? The lecturers were worried that he might be a total misfit, but the word is that he is good at.