Bremer thought he was just marking time, waiting for when he could re-join his family in his god’s gentle embrace.Still, he’d volunteered for this...fight gladly. When she’d asked why, he hadn’t held back. He was certain this was Tyln’s way of allowing him to rejoin his family with honor. She hadn’t had the heart to dissuade him – and she wasn’t altogether sure he wasn’t right in his conviction.She staggered over to the man. She wasn’t hurt, just bruised – but it felt as if she were bruised. She asked, "What's under it?" Nothing." was my answer."Go to the picture window, open the d****s and stand there." she demanded. I did as she requested."Open your robe and look down and tell me what you see!" was my mistress' next order.I replied, "I can't." No, you will or you will be punished!" she replied."I can't do that for you." was my reply as I summoned up some courage."If you don't do as I order, I'll punish your husband when he gets back." was her threat. "No, don't do that please, my. I alternated between sitting opposite the teens so they could get a good fucking look at my legs and tits in my tight top, and on facing my lovers and letting them 'see the goods.'My nipples ached as the game wore on. With each tease and flirt they expanded on my metal rings I had placed over them, tightening the grip on my sensitive nips, which in turn just got me hornier and hornier.My cunt was now totally fucking sodden wet, my knicks slipping up my pussy flaps as I moved and wiggled. "Let's go into the house so I can tend to that cut," she insisted. "Better move your car off the street and pull the keys out of mine", I told her. It was then I realized the "towel" she had held to my bleeding forehead was actually the t-shirt she had been wearing, and she was now bent over the door of my Corvette showing a very sexy white lace bra. My head was pounding, as was the other head below my belt as we walked up to her house. I sat in her kitchen as she cleaned up the cut, and.