Steve leaned over the edge of the bath and kissed gently her. “Well it is our wedding anniversary and Christmas Eve.” He told her. And of course y...u are a very beautiful lady.” Sonya reached up and kissed him. “You are sweet.” “One last mention of the children tonight. “ He told her. “Mum said she will bring them home at 12 O’clock and also to remind you that the table for Christmas Dinner is booked for 2 O’clock sharp.” She smiled and reached up with her hand and touched his bulge. “And what. The night would take place in the Village Pub ‘The Scarlett Buttock.’ Usually reserved for Masters, slaves would be permitted on these nights – in full uniform, adorning any punishment jewellery, and attached to their Masters by their leash, once having witnessed a public punishment most slave girls would strive at any length to avoid it being their naked body on stage being ridiculed and abused.These nights are rare, in themselves, but tonight there was an extra, cruel twist. The Masters. My late wife hated blow jobs, and was terrible at it. But Amie was clearly enthusiastic and enjoying the experience. Slurping, licking, sucking, teasing. I was starting to lose my balance. I knew I was going to cum. No turning back. “Sweetheart, I’m cumming!” Her only response was to suck me deep, then again, again. With a muffled roar I exploded deep in her mouth. She held my ass with both hands, my cock buried in her throat, still shooting, throbbing. She held that position, eyes closed,. “I’ll bet you that within the next ten minutes Julia and that student will meet at her classroom and go inside until just before the bell rings.”“I take that bet,” Antonio replied smiling. He was confident that Charles was wrong and was making a big deal out of nothing. Julia wasn’t like that, he was sure of it.Eight minutes later Julia appeared in the hallway in front of her doorway and unlocked the door. Hardly a minute passed before the rebellious freshman showed up and went inside. Antonio.