The curtain abruptly whisked open!Startled, I released my shaft and turned with a surge of fury to confront the who had barged in on me.It was Sara.I...froze in place gaping like a fish as she stared wide eyed, first at my face, then at my still raging hard-on, then back at my face. She looked frightened and suddenly I feared she’d bolt. But too late! Men’s voices sounded loudly and the door to the showers crashed open and whatever notion she had to flee was quashed in an instant. What madness. While smooching, I put my one hand on her breasts over her clothes, man; I couldn’t take her full breast in my palm. Until this it was nothing new, we had done this a lot of times. While hugging her, I told her I wanted to make love to her. She completely denied it. She said she’s loyal to her husband and till its smooching or caressing, it doesn’t matter, but beyond that she won’t go. Even my emotional blackmailing couldn’t melt her. I just got a hand job from her as a consolation gift. We. You’re a little girl with a teeny peepee. The sissy has accepted that now, hasn’t she?” “The sissy certainly has, Sir Mike. The sissy is devoted to earning Daddy’s Affection and she apologizes for any mistakes she has made.” His other Powerful Hand appeared at the back of my neck and gripped tightly.“How wonderfully pathetic and powerless you are.” For a moment I got excited as fingers began wrapping around my clitty, but soon Instructor Mike’s Grip tightened and I was effortlessly lifted. "Justin shed his hat and coat, took off his wet boots and followed his grandmother out to the kitchen, leaving Josh and Molly alone again. Grandmother and grandson were returning to the living room when the door opened again. A man in his mid-forties stepped inside, followed by a slightly taller, more filled out version of Justin Dahlstrom, sporting a few days' growth of whiskers. Justin, at thirteen, still had a baby-smooth face.Mrs. Dahlstrom introduced Josh and Molly to her son, John, and.