When I got home, I had all this pent up nervous energy so I took a shower and masturbated as I squatted down onto a wooden plunger handle. I imagined ...r. P fucking my tight little ass, he big firm hands groping my tiny thick cock as I tried to stop him.... unsuccessfully. It was a glorious ejaculation with my cum spewing all over the place. It did relax me but I kept fantasizing about Mr. P.Over the next few weeks, I found myself visiting Mr. P's establishments more frequently. I did my laundry. Now Dean was sure that Laetitia was aware of their third-wheel ‘guest.’ He whispered to her to keep walking with him and not to worry. She nodded slightly– reminding Dean of her mother. ‘We’ll just walk a bit further to that picnic area,’ he said in a normal voice. Along the way, they passed other people who were enjoying the park, people who were living lives without concerns about being followed. A young Mexican-American couple walked slowly side by side toward them on the long path, barely. In the dressing room, I told her I would show it to my boyfriend wearing nothing under it. I stripped and slipped it on. We both agreed the top looked gorgeous. The silk belt/tie held it around my waist making a plunging neckline to my navel. When standing still my pussy was just barely covered. The tie dangled invitingly giving all who looked and excuse to look at (or at least toward) my pussy. It had buttons in case I wished to keep some of it closed. The material highlighted my tits and. Then, when his family had been punished yet again for their failure to perform well in the sex games contest, he underwent yet another attitude adjustment. Bobbie Boy had knelt naked and allowed the masters to not only feel up his wife and daughter, but to handle his cock and balls as if they owned then. The three gay masters he’d been forced to pick up in the lounge showed him no mercy because they were determined to destroy his fabled masculinity.The first one had lost no time in getting his.