We live with my father, that is a long and not fun story to tell. Both of my boys and my wife moved with him. The bedroom we are using is right below ...he living room. The k**s room is right across from us. My dad sleeps in the den, which is downstairs across from the living room. It turns out you can hear us from upstairs if you are sitting in the living room. I found out one day. I was sitting in the living room, watching T.V., I turned it off and I could hear Linda moaning, it was almost like. . I m-mean I ... s-sorry." Was she in trouble again?"You climaxed at the sound of my voice? Is that what made you have an orgasm?" The girl nodded and peered anxiously at him. "That's ... very interesting." He had heard claims about this sort of thing from other masters but didn't believe it was anything more than typical male bravado and fantasies. Only now he knew different! "Tell me, my little slave," he tried not to smile too broadly - and failed. "Are all Brit girls as horny as you?"Alexa. "Now Lady Sarah, daughter of Lord Leebury, squat on the floor and expel the coins." My face was burning as he made me face him while I obediently squatted and pushed the coins out. I knew he was attempting to shame me but I was so grateful for the relief from holding the coins inside me that it did not matter. The crowd of men behind me cheered as each coin slowly came out, their view of my anus clear in my crouched position, my legs wide. The captain in front of me watched as I clenched my. It was the way he dressed, maybe, that really made her take note of him. Black suit, white shirt and a black tie. As she looked him over her eyes trailed down to his feet. No patent leather businessman-like shoes there, and no soft tan leather loafers like you might expect, either. He was wearing rough looking black boots. At first they seemed to clash somehow with his suit, but after a few more seconds of watching him they seemed to fit. She couldn’t picture him as the biker type, but for some.