Tom glanced down at his pants, the front was quite obviously tenting. Shit, he thought as he brought his clipboard down in front of his crotch. He con...inued to stare, completely ignoring the fact that everyone they passed was aware of his hungry glance. He slipped his hand into his pocket and grabbed a hold of the pulsing heat of his engorged cock; he began to stroke it as discretely as was possible. “Fuck,” Alexis yelled out, making Tom’s balls tighten with fear. Had he been caught? Alexis. Ostensibly this was in deference to the warm weather but in practical terms it meant that the sounds of the cane and her Ladyship’s demented screams would be audible around the entire house. There was not a person in the household who wasn’t aware that the forbidding mistress of Caylethorpe manor was up for a salutary thrashing by now. Doubtless the entire staff by now had dropped all their duties to congregate in strategic positions in order to catch every last howling scream emanating from. Her nipples had extended into their fully engaged position and I flicked them nastily with my naughty fingers. Sweet Jessica moaned and thanked me for my attention to her breasts. I knew I wanted to shove my cock deep up her bum but it was late already and that could hold until after the operation was successfully completed. If it was not a success, it was extremely unlikely that I would be returning to our little hideaway ever again.One of the motors we had lined up for the job was a Range. One of her unfastened garter straps had somehow got twisted under her belt. Very gently Sanchez lifted the black nylon spandex and freed the offending tab. Then he ran his finger lightly, almost apologetically, over the fading depression it had left in her skin. For a moment he seemed lost in thought. Then abandoning his reverie, he opened a package of condoms, and wadded it up. He stuck the post of an earring into the mass of rubber. Then he tied the little bundle into a second condom and made.