I was nudged very lightly so that I moved forward a teeny bit until my legs touched something hard in front of me. A piece of furniture or something. ...he hand then pushed me forwards and I quickly realised I was being put on our spanking bench. I couldn’t help the little moan of pleasure escape from me as my hands and feet were then secured to the bench. I was helpless and at the mercy of two Doms. My heartbeat accelerated as I heard them striding around me, neither of them uttering a single. "Oh." Dad frowned at that. "Because of his sister?" Julie." I nodded. "He doesn't want me to be her boyfriend." There's a lot of that going around," he sighed, and I looked up sharply to see if he was teasing me. He wasn't."I don't care," I lied, and he let that go."Anyway, uh..." Dad cleared his throat. "Do you still have those, uh ... condoms I gave you?" Huh?" I blinked at him. "Yeah. Why?" I was wondering, uh..." He smiled sheepishly. "See, I was supposed to get some, but ... Well, your mom. She felt Miss Bentner’s hand rubbing her bottom and the backs of her thighs. It felt good. Loving. Emma parted her legs further and Miss Bentner obliged by rubbing the inside of the 17-year-olds thighs. One time Miss Bentner brushed Emma’s hair mound. A teasing rub. Enough though for Emma to squeak an orgasm. Just a small one, but it was sensational. One of many she hoped to have today. Miss Bentner smiled at the orgasm. She had meant it to happen. What better start, she thought? Emma will eat. I like pink. I specially like how they smell, once youve worn them all day. I used to prowl through your hamper and treat myself to a good whiff, once in a while. She gave me the finger. As far as your shirt goes, I took the opportunity to tweak both nipples, which I discovered were NOT hidden behind a bra, I like your tits. It doesnt matter what shirt you wear. Many times in the past, I had wondered how a slim woman could eat so much, so I had cut up a large chefs salad in anticipation Linda.