And it probably makes sense to no one, just how significant it was. But I was not going to move to kiss him, because I knew he’d turn away. Just to ...uck with me. And he was not going to move to kiss me, because he knew I’d turn away. Just to fuck with him.I debated the responsible, dominant, appropriate action at that time: Grab him by the hair and not kiss him, but essentially rape his mouth with my tongue. In a very sensual, deliberate, erotic, suggestive way, until he whimpered into my. “I’ll bet you have them now don’t you boy? Tell Mistress Shelly the truth!” “Yes ma’am…” I sheepishly admitted. Shelly stood up and gestured for me to do likewise. She said, “Strip! I need to see what kind of boy I own!” I gave Shelly a blank look and hesitated. “Well?” she snapped. I jumped up, saying “Yes, mistress!” I undressed, having no idea what to expect next. Shelly knelt down in front of me so that my cock and balls were at face level. She hefted my balls in her palm and exclaimed,. Then she runs one finger up her inner thigh while slightly opening her legs. I swallow hard, I can feel my crotch getting hotter and growing. I can feel the bulge down there, but I dare not look and break the visual contact. She hasn't looked away and I won't be the first to do so. I have to be steadfast! After reaching the edge of her dress, she pushes her hand towards her panties, sliding the dress up enough to see her pink panties on the border of my vision. I'm getting horny and bold,. I strutted like I was one bad bitch up to themain area where Charlie and most of the others were planningeverything.I could see lots of the guys adjusting their crotches, or theircodpieces, or whatever. Several wolf whistles came, and I tossed myhair back in response. That seemed to work since I heard some cheersand laughs.I stalked up to the group, and smiled brightly at everyone, and in mymost feminine voice said, "So, are we ready to get started?"For their part, the guys tried to cover it.