I grabbed the package of wipes, offering them to Jill first as she had the biggest mess to deal with and then to Jennifer. Jennifer cleaned herself, ...hen took a few more and gently cleaned my cock.We all went upstairs for a more thorough cleaning and rejoined back in the dungeon. They had dressed in shorts and shirts, from the bags they'd brought and I was back in my pants and shirt.“Oh, darn,” said Jennifer, “we should have recorded that.”“There will be more chances,” I said, besides, who. My legs are bound separately with more of the unyielding plastic, but with ankles tied to thighs, thus legs folded, I cannot move even enough to fall off this bed or out of the cloying sheets that cover me. The darkness is complete here, and my breath is laboured through the tight rubber hood with its single pinprick breathing hole. I try to crawl, seeking fresh air out from under the heavy blankets, but they are holding me down, securing me in place. I try to calm myself, try to stifle. New Year’s Eve and the ball drop was a little anti-climactic for us. Brenda was right. It’s hard to act normal when you know you’re being listened to. We had a quiet toast to our recent wedding vows and hit the sack. It was a shame, but I apologized to the girls for letting work ruin New Year’s and promised them I’d make it up to them. They smiled and nodded, kissed me, then each other and held hands over my chest as we went to sleep.The Director opted to have the devices removed. They were. "No thanks mom." "Come over and sit down with me. I think we need to talk about what happened last night." I sat down with my mother at the island in the kitchen, I felt like I was going to be sick. "First I just want to say that I am not angry or embarrassed about what you saw. Sex is a natural thing and to be curious about it is normal. Now I know you don't need 'the talk', but based on what you were doing last night I have to ask, are you having sex yet?" "No, but I am curious. It seems like.