I made an excuse to my Mum and Dad that I was tired and went to my room to fill out the questionieIt was titled ?My contract for discipline? and began...almost like a typical job application form. With more excitement than I could justify I typed in my full name EMILY JANE HICKSON and went on to give all my personal deatails. Then came to the punishment options, first of all was a hand spanking on the seat of my knickers, of course I ticked the box saying I needed that. The next asked if should. I wanted to focus entirely on watching her as she drove another two more fingers deep into her sopping pussy.She shifted her body around more, and opened her legs wider, lifting one leg up on the settee next to me. "Can you see better now?" she panted. Her pussy was soaked and swollen. Her fingers were still driving in an out of her hole. I shuffled towards her and leaned over to get a better look, stopping myself by placing one hand down on the settee next to her, and our legs rubbed. “No mam!” she immediately answered. She was now standing as straight as a board, her hands held at her sides and her chin held high. Had I not known any better, I would have sworn we were in the army.I watched The Bitch approach, her scowl intensifying with every step. By the time she came to a standstill, mere inches stood between her and Officer Cunt—I would soon learn her real name was Cindy. I stood a few feet away, but I could still smell her fetid breath from there. I felt bad for poor. The two women resumed their tag team blowjob. As soon as I got close to orgasm they would stop with my cock all the way into ones mouth while Aunt Marti pinched the base of my cock with her fingers. They were driving me mad by bringing me close to orgasm and then withholding my final release. I begged them to just let me cum once. I threatened them. I asked them to release one hand so I could finish the job myself.They didn't tell me to be quiet. They didn't admonish me for speaking. They also.