“Yes, in both cases,” Dad said.“I probably won’t do that,” Simon seemed disinterested.“I would rather you check to make sure I have it in ...hen some weirdo, Sir,” Froggy pouted.“You’d still let some weirdo inspect your fudge factory if he wants,” Simon said.“Yes, sir,” Froggy sounded dejected.“You don’t have to let anyone touch your ass. They can just look!” Dad reminded us both that was all that was required of submissives.After the short collaring ceremony, he walked us over to Mister. Amber stood in front of Max now and took his hands and placed them on her breasts. ‘You like that?’ She asked. ‘Why don’t you take off my shirt and see what’s under here, hum?’ Max enthusiastically began pulling the snaps apart, each one more strained against her chest than the one before. Soon enough the shirtdress was open to expose a white lace bra and matching thong, held up by a garter belt. Amber straddled Max’s lap and began to slowly gyrate on his cock. Instinctively Max held his hands. "I bit my tongue..." He held back the tears. "Ouch!" He touched the center of his forehead, there was a small bump."I have called your home, Zax, and Miss Zetsa explained everything to me". Mr. Ogler stood beside Zax, rolling a small rubber ball between his fingers."Big sis explained?" Zax replied, frightened."Indeed. She also apologized in your name and promised that your tardiness will cease to happen. Therefore, for today you will run only twenty laps around the school"."Only twenty laps!". Whatever words came out of his mouth and however much he loved me, even I knew it would not be difficult to improve on my reluctance and lack of imagination in bed.The girl finally reappeared with the flowers. I took them, paid in cash to save time then resumed my journey along La Rambla’s central walkway towards the café where my friend would be waiting.There were two couples walking ahead of me, both around Oscar and my age, both holding hands. Both women were dressed like me too, in.