I am not going to hide that any longer, Sir. Your dad still hasn’t texted me back. Has Master or Joe texted you?” she asked.They hadn’t, and tha... did seem strange. I’d texted dad several times that we really needed to talk. “I should probably call him,” I said.“You do that, Sir,” Juliette agreed. She started to unbuckle and unlock Becky’s chastity belt. “You were gone over two hours, and that means I am going to get a late start today,” she said while she stripped her daughter of the belt and. Celia had big eyes and a scared look on her face and started whispering to Bipasha. She had never done anything like this before so how could see top this performance. Bipasha comforted her and told her not to worry; she will come up with something. “There are no set of rules here what we can and cannot do, so I will help you Celia, when it is your turn, I will let you know.” Bipasha said.The next performance from Nira was about to start, this lady had muscles and was very flexible. She started. "I didn't want you to think I'm trashy." Never."I walked over to the wall, then remembered my cell phone. I dug into my purse, pulled it out, and threw it back in. "No fucking signal." I had forgotten the company had made the elevators cellphone proof to cut back on people talking and bothering the riders."Looks like we're trapped." It does indeed."Samuel moved toward me. "Maybe we can make good use of our time." How so?" I asked.Samuel leaned down and kissed me forcefully on the mouth. Images. “Ah-eeeeeiiiiii!” she cried as she came again and again.Cindy and Stacy coaxed all they could from their mutual orgasms, being so familiar with each other’s young bodies. Stacy took a wet finger and probed Cindy’s ass, giving her friend yet another mini orgasmic thrill. Exhausted, she finally climbed off Cindy and they laid on the bed panting, cuddling, and sighing softly.“Hey, Mr. Wilson, I mean Chuck,” Cindy said from the stairway. “Were going home now.” They entered the room where Mr. Wilson.