"Prissy's next few words displayed her cultured professional tone, "Are you doing it?" Am I what?" Are you going braless?"Shalane turned her back to P...issy, showing the rear of the deep blue dress that shimmered with green highlights. "Now, where do you suppose I could hide the hooks in this dress?"Prissy nodded as she looked at the wide vee formed by the back of the dress, extending from the nape of Shalane's neck, showing her shoulder blades, to a mere inch above her waist. Prissy remarked. Blinding orgasmic flashes of light danced across Eric’s eyes. His body froze as his first thick, hot semen spewed out of his hyper-excited gland and the thirsty ‘mouth’ routed his thick essence to the filling container. ‘IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!’ The probe’s prostate massaging now settled down to a series of low level ‘purrs’ and Eric slumped onto the soft supports of the machine. His suckled bullet-like nipples felt as thought they were going to explode. The phallic now expanded, moving. For Jim had dropped his trousers down around his knees and had crawled on top of her. He had covered her and clasped her legs between his. That had seemed safer, but it had also felt as if she were his captive. He'd held her tight while his hot stiffness had stroked along the insides of her thighs. She'd reached down as far as she could, and he'd moved up until her hands were on his hips.She'd enjoyed the strokes on her thighs, enjoyed his hands on her breasts and his mouth reaching hers on the. Anything to keep me from reaching my destination. Anything to keep me from reaching my Master.Sighing heavily as I drove along, I realized I wanted to see my Master. Punishment or no, I really did want to see him. And I wanted to be a good slave for him. I turned on the stereo in the hopes of a distraction. I turned the stereo off, not liking the noise emanating from it.I opened the window to let the air blow my hair around. I closed it, feeling anger as the tips of my hair whipped.