Of course, there were promises of letters and of future visits; but the reality was at hand and it was a heavy burden of anticipation. This made them ...loser and more open with each other than ever before. This was a night to remember.They stayed at the restaurant for a long time. After dinner they talked and laughed and drank, somewhat heavily one might say. Eventually, the restaurant had to close and they headed back to Carlos's house. Walking home in the cool night air kept them alert and in. On impulse, Smith got the biggest amount of spit he could and spat into her gagged open mouth. She reached and struggled again but could do nothing other than half glare, half beg at him with her eyes. Smith thought that part of the begging was probably due to the beginnings of a cramp starting to occur on account of Kates' yellow enema. Looking into Kate's eyes, he said "We've got to punish you for being such a stern, strict tutor. You never really let us talk and taught very robotically. We. I cried out in pain much to the amusement of my mistress who laughed out loud and cried, "Oh, it works!"Whereupon she pushes the button again and zapped my balls. I yelped and struggled to keep my balance on the cushion, which had her laughing harder."Hey, I like this!" And once again she shocked my roasting nuts.I swayed, crouched on the cushion, resisting the urge to take my hands from my head."Do you like that?" Asked the smiling mischievous mistress leaning forward from her chair really. Looking around to find some place for release, and realizing I had no time. I lurched for the bathroom sink, shooting strings of cum all over the counter and sink bowl. I looked myself in the eyes, staring into the mirror, and shuddered with excitement. Cleaning up took some time, but cumming had not curbed my curiosity. I found, as I snooped, that my arousal knew no bounds, as I once again became erect. Thoughts of my beautiful Tante Belle, teased my imagination. I dared to imagine what.