“Please Sir?” she implored, almost begging. “Not yet, my horny one, we’ve only just begun the evening,” I replied nonchalantly. “But Mas...er, I don’t know if I can hold back much longer…” her voice trailed off. “Oh, yes you can, my pet,” I replied encouragingly, as I turned the dial up even farther. “Now, shall we visit the salad bar?” I suggested, helping her to her feet. I turned the dial down, so the buzzing couldn’t be detected by the other restaurant patrons, and she settled down. Looks like you do to,” she giggled giving his covered dick a playful rub with her foot that made him catch his breath.“Seems like your doing a good job on yourself right now.” He said as his eyes continued to soak up her barely concealed body.She let out a short giggle. “Oh you noticed? I already have one finger inside me” she laughed. She saw his eyes grow wide and she continued to lightly rub his dick with her toes which made him gasp a little, pleasure glazing over his eyes. “Would you like. I slept all night in the spoon position with Agnes with my limp dick tucked into her butt crack and my upper arm wrapped around her and holding onto her lower tit. What a wonderful way to sleep with a woman.In the morning Agnes rushed down to the kitchen with the other girls before I was even ready. She was actually excited to show off her welts and bruises to them. After breakfast I had to demonstrate how I had coiled the ropes tightly around Agnes’ tittie flesh while she was bent over. While. The adults huddled around it, listening to Walter Winchell or someone else report on the war. Some nights they listened to the Inner Sanctum, or The Shadow, which held both the children and adults in thrall as they listened to the drama play out. Bob Hope was another favorite, though again, mostly with the adults. Emily sat on his lap then too, if June Bug wasn't already there, huddling against him during tense moments in the dramas. She had never mentioned his ... odor ... during those nights..