" Matt, come here." I held my hand out, expecting him to step closer and take it.He stepped closer, hesitantly and slowly, but he didn't reach for my ...and. He just stood there, conflicted and confused."Hand me a towel, please," I said, and rose up out of the water.He pulled a towel from the rack and handed it to me, while I stood there dripping wet for him to observe. We just stared at each other as I slowly toweled my body dry. He kept eye contact with me the entire time, rather than eyeing my. She was dressed in a dark Italian wool trouser suit and a man's dress shirt. Her dark hair was pulled back into a high tight bun, and she wore rimless steel spectacles. She carried a pencil in her left hand, tapped the flat end into her right palm, and held herself like a Head Mistress at a girl's boarding school."Good afternoon, ladies, my name is Miss Karston and I'm the Resort Manager here at the Artemis Club. Some of you are familiar faces to us here; some of you are enjoying your first. We took the kids down to their grandparents house onSaturday, and returned home on Sunday, we were bothtired from the whole deal that we ended up just goingto bed early on Sunday evening. Monday morning and theweek’s jobs and those responsibilities came way toquickly. My day was filled with it’s usual things,although somewhat slow, I managed to make it through. Iwas looking forward to coming home and finding Darceythere, and having a little fun of our own withouthaving to worry. He thought if he wildly bucked is hips, at least to the level his tight bondage allowed, it would some how ease the pain for the foreign invader. Once again the Master reached between Jacksons legs from behind and grabbed his balls. Squeezing as before with all his might, he held the pressure for a full twenty seconds this time. ?Arhhhh!? screamed Jackson once again. His eyes, emblazoned with agony, he tried to get free, like a trapped animal, as he writhed like never before. .