I was doing this for her amusement and nothing else - where her lovers would have enjoyed the freedom to roam her body, this is what I’d been reduce... to - a quivering, kneeling horny slave boy, eager to please and obey. I grunted and spurted my load over her stockings, whimpering as she let out a moan. Clean, she smirked. I have a date to get ready for. She drew her stocking slowly up her long, luscious legs, teasingly, playfully grinning at me as I knelt at her feet, desperate to touch her.. ‘I can hit harder than this if you make me.’ ‘I can’t…take…any more….’, she yowled, pulling violently at the tethers, so that the chair almost tipped up. The Captain rolled his eyes and moved on to Act One, a hard, relentless onslaught from his rigid hand, with his other on the nape of Kitty’s neck to still her manic twisting and writhing. By the time the interval came, Kitty had still not responded to his frequent exhortations to tell him the truth and he supposed he would have to make good. Marty got on the bed with me & started to stroke my tummy working her way to my crotch as she talked to me. I could feel my heart race as she told me that the rest of them did this all the time. Her fingers found my lips & parted them. I felt my hot juice escape my pulsing hole. Rubbing my lit*le swollen clit she said smiling "Deb I know something that feels a lot better than fingers". I was way past any protest, not that I wanted to. Marty kissed my tummy slowly ran her tongue in my belly. I drive quickly and surely, testing his commitment to me. I readjust the growing bulge in my suit as I drive to get more comfortable. He trails like he is stuck to me, and is out of his car first as I park in my driveway. The house is empty; neither parent will be home until late. A drink of water for his dry mouth in the kitchen, a short tour of the house, and he stumbles into me as I open the door to my room.Feminine and lacy with posters on the wall, he sees what he sees at home or at his.