As we walked to physics, Bondy did ask me, privately, what I had seen. I thought I knew him well enough not to blab, so I told him.“Ooh, that sound ...o nice,” he whispered. “I wish I’d seen it.”“Just don’t tell anyone I told you.”“I wouldn’t. It’d be like Talulah, and telling about her.”I nodded. “But it was so sexy,” I said.“Sod off you bastard,” Bondy wailed softly. He wasn’t actually cross or angry with me, just gently frustrated. I laughed, but stopped teasing him. It was enough.After lunch. He was moaning alot, something I first found weird. I had been told I was great at it, something that made me feel bad for women (who have given me some shockingly bad ones in my time) because having a dick means you know what is great. We continued like this for about 5 minutes, my dick hadn't gotten to 100% hard yet, which I blame on last night s intoxicants.Eventually we detached and he asked if i had been rimmed before, as soon as he said this i thought fuck, i hope i was completely clean. ‘Listen to him – he sounds so pathetic doesn’t he, calling you “Master David”? Maybe he’s had enough?’ She addressed this last question to her husband.‘Yes,’ said David. ‘Perhaps he has.'Incredibly, I felt disappointment at their words.'Though I think I should reserve the right to punish him anytime I think he is getting out of line – or any time I think he deserves it. Don’t you agree Jason?’Whoa – where did that come from! Was he serious? No! Absolutely not!Though...‘Um, I don’t know – I. It only puts me down more when I know I caused it. Sayre responded "What will you do?" "We'll order you some cake" Alana said cautiously. "No. I don't want any cake. I have an idea but you have to agree to it before I tell it to you." This seemed a little bit sketchy, but I just didn't want Sayre to be mad at us anymore. The group looked at each other and nodded. "What do you want?" "I want to have a photoshoot." Sayre replied. "What? What do you mean?" I asked. I was a bit confused..