How was I going to keep Jack quiet about this?I headed into the house and took a long, hot shower before brushing my teeth for about ten straight minu...es, eager to get the taste of man-sauce out of my mouth. I sat down at my desk and tried to formulate a plan. I was busted, pure and simple. No excuse was going to undo what Jack had witnessed. He's found me fully naked, on my knees, completely submitting my throat to the onslaught of a surfer dude. I wasn't struggling against the guy and I'd. So when we arrived at her apartment, Amanda started toget out and looked back and said, “You want to comeup?” I said ok and we headed upstairs. When we got in shewalked towards the bedroom and said, “You coming?” asshe was undoing her pants. By the time I got there her pants were at her anklesand she was stepping out of them in her black skimpythong as she was take off her sweatshirt to reveal herblack bra to match the thong. She definitely had thetight little body to. My lone worshipper brought me to the edge of ecstasy and then held me there for hours, days, as he worked his delights on me. As a man I would have been impatient, wanting to move directly to the big payoff, if I may be so crude. But as a woman, I was perfectly happy to move up to that edge and hang there forever. As I floated there in the sea of delight, some back portion of my mind thought of other differences. The man I had been would have *needed* to be active, perhaps dominant in our. I remembered Blanche's promise and eyed the zipped crotch of the formidable woman as the tight latex creased around her anus and camel-toe. Her smell and taste after caning her latest prey would be exquisite.As I was turned into the lounge, I was greeted by a host of sneering women; a glance to the window revealed many more cars in the drive; Blanche and Cherie had made sure as many dominant friends as possible would witness the beginning of my two-week humiliation.Further applause and cheers.