Now let's see if you canbehave like one."Michele reached out and tentatively stroked Sir Giles' tumescent memberthrough his suit pants. It felt big a...d hard. Sir Giles cock tented thefront of his trousers and he gave out a little moan as Michele cautiouslyfondled him, her ruby-red fingernails scratched at the thin trousermaterial as she slowly and excruciatingly traced the outline of his cock.Michele felt powerful, feminine and she was also becoming aroused. Herpenis was becoming uncomfortable. "Yes," I said softly. "That's another thing," Dominick said assertively, "you are going to be respectful and call me Sir from now on. Anything that you say should be followed by the word 'Sir'". Now try again: You are going to go home, get all your little sissy stuff together, and come back here immediately. Do you understand me, sissy boy?" I tried again. "Yes, Sir," I said a bit louder, hoping to convey that I would do as he said and be obedient. He had the upper hand, and I knew it too well.. .. I like that too." She waved goodbye to me and started to walk towards the door. Julie was also watching her so I didn't need to cover my fully erected hard on. Mrs. West's ass looked perfect, if not better, in the lose gown she wore. She had a hourglass figure and I wanted to see it completely nude. I could've ripped off my shorts and masturbated fiercely as I watched Mrs. West walk, her hips swaying side to side as she went on her way. When she got to the door she turned around to Julie,. Timmonsville was just a hole in the road, an abandoned mill town with a single gas station and one run down motel being the only two businesses around. Teens kept the motel in business renting rooms by the hour. When John told the clerk he needed one for a couple of days, the old man raised one eyebrow but didn’t comment. Ten minutes later, parked around the back of the old motel, John ushered Kim into the room he had rented. The clothes she’d had in the bag said alot about her parents and how.