I bent down to obey; it was a small penance for insulting my lover as I had, insinuating she was a prostitute. Even though she was one. Or had been on....I kissed the top of her arch, then the inside curve between the foot and ankle. She stood still as I slid my fingers up her calf, lifting the hem of her dress so I could kiss my way slowly upwards. I lifted the hem higher, and her panties were in sight between her slightly open thighs.It was the moment of decision for both of us; if I went any. 'Amy replaced Jean on the chair and unzipped her skirt which fell to the floor. Jean was also wearing tights and Amy eased them down her legs. Jean was very horny and stood with her pussy only inches away from Amy's face, her legs were wide apartJean said, 'Feel how my panties are against my mound and arse.'Amy rubbed Mrs Potter's arse before moving round to the front of her. She glanced up and saw that she had her eyes closed and had a look of pleasure on her face.She slowly rubbed her hand up. As suddenly as he had invaded me, he pulled out, rubbing his wet cock against my face. "Stephanie, get into your swing," he said. Looking down at me he said, "We're going to see just how much of a little bitch you are."He put a lead around my neck and made me crawl behind him across the room to where Stephanie was now sitting in a strap and chain contraption into which he bound her. Beside this, strung between four sturdy beams, was another similar set-up into which he had me lie.I felt like a. "Her daddy thumped his Bible when he had the connections. But then the Article 9 commission got wind of his rebel friends." He paused for dramatic effect. "And he got sent back to school," he said using the euphemism for a government re-education camp. There was polite laughter from the general's sycophants. "Even his political buddies couldn't interfere with Article 9," Manlius boasted.Simon gave the general a slight smile and nodded. Manlius, sensing that his audience was receptive, released.