.. Owww !"I guess the bed cover rubbed against his sore flesh and he winced again.I think he thought I was about to pounce on him again and he seemed ...eally scared."Mistress... Pleeasse no more..tonight ma'am...ooooh pppleeeas no more.."He seemed genuinely happy that I was not going again into hurt mode quite yet and sobbed gratefully as I just lifted his head and offered him some water, which he gulped and swallowed greedily shaking the whole time and looking at my face searching for signs. Her hand jumped when she realized where I had placed it, but I pushed her hand back there, wrapping my hand around hers, making her feel how hard I was for her. My fingers curled around hers, curling her hand around the solid stem of my cock. Slowly, as I sucked noisily on her tits, I began moving her hand along my cock, up and down through my shorts. Making her wank me off as her hand struggled to be free. I held it tighter, reassured her no one would disturb us, but her hand wriggled. The reason was simple, if a customer used it by mistake, their barbecue would be thrown out. It was not for the weak of spirit or anyone with even a hint of a stomach ailment.Gwen came in before the food arrived. "Where is Cheryl?" she asked."She decided to skip the Barbecue, since I'm headed to the Cop Out afterwards," I admitted."She must have been pissed, when you didn't offer to change your plans for her?" Gwen asked."Actually, not at all, she was fine with it. At least as far as I could. Now finish dressing, honey pie."Next up was a top made of close-mesh fishnet material. It waselasticized, he discovered as he pulled it on over his head and workedit down his body. The flimsy piece of clothing was sleeveless and endedjust above his belly button. It made him feel more uncovered than ifhe'd had nothing on that part of himself. And his immature looking,hairless genitals were still on display. After he donned that, therewere opera length, fingerless gloves of the same stuff. .