. there's not a lot you could have done about it." "Please, don't do that. I just want to forget that it ever happened." There were tears flowing down...her cheeks at this point, and she looked pleadingly into his eyes, greatful to see that comforting smile return to his face, "Look... I know you don't like to talk about it but it isn't something that you can just forget. I'm gonna take you to the police station." There was no longer a sorrowful expression on her face, but instead only confusion.. "Yes. Yes, she did," he finally said. "I kissed and sucked 'em." Oh, shit! I can't believe she let you do that! This is damn hot, Jack." Really? Are you sure, Taylor?" Jack, why wouldn't I think it was hot? Of course I do! I love it!" O.K. I just wanted to be sure, because..." Wait, Jack ... Is it ... Is it weird for you to tell me this stuff? Would you rather not tell me? That's O.K. if you don't." No, not it's not that. It's more like ... like I felt weird doing these things ... and not .... Their first order was to strip, which I did readily, taking off sneakers, socks, jeans, t-shirt, and underpants. When I was standing there naked, Cait took from the backpack a pair of black silk panties and told me to put them on. My slender hips matched hers, so the panties fit ok except that there was no room for my cock and balls; still, the silky fabric felt so good, and the extra pressure made my cock want to harden. This was even more true when Megan ‘checked the fit’ by running her hands. After we were happy with her ability to please a woman, we continued carrying out the request. Mia was taken to a special room where she would spend the remainder of the week before her mistress came to enjoy her. It was well equipped with torture devices and toys and in the middle, Mia was positioned with a wooden stock encasing her neck and arms. Chains hanging from the ceiling were connected to each conner of the of the device preventing her from escaping the wooden horse that was between.