Her pants wouldn’t be tight, but hopefully the would prevent the cum from leaking down her legs until she would be at home. She dressed and headed h...me. She hadn’t made it half way home, when she felt the sticky wetness between her thighs and then almost at her knees.She plucked some grass and used that to prevent the worst.When Irene arrived at home, her first way was to the toilet where she cleaned her cunt with paper tissues and carefully washed her panties.Again she had to hide them under. ” Emma faltered after that. Jess touched my dick again, then put a hand on her ass. Emma’s eyes widened; she glanced over at Brent who was trying hard to focus on his steak. Looking back to Jess, she shook her head rapidly “NO!”Jess’ eyes narrowed and she mouthed the word “YES.” Despite not saying a word aloud, Emma knew the tone that would have been conveyed. Her shoulders slumped a bit in resignation.“Yes, sl-slave. Um...” She couldn’t bring herself to say it. Jess’ eyes darted to Brent who. .." I know" Oh, and the taste," her eyes rolled in recalled ecstasy, " ... just ... YUM! Right?" I know" And I made it do that. Me!" she marvelled. "Not like when you just let a guy fuck you and he does all the work and then comes. I made him come. What I did made him come." I thought she was downplaying my part in it, but I didn't disagree."I know." I was smiling at her now, enjoying her exhilaration as much as she enjoyed herself.She gave me a serious look. "You helped too," then broke into. ‘And you know I’m going to have to punish you, don’t you?’I nodded convulsively. ‘Yes ma’am.’She pointed to the bedroom. ‘I want you to go fetch your brush and come join me at the spanking chair.’I dropped my head as I went to do her bidding, returning to find her already seated in the tall, straightbacked chair reserved for these occasions. She patted her lap firmly. ‘Come on, no dilly-dallying.’I handed her the brush and stretched across her lap, lowering my hands to the ground until I was.