And I do. “Mmmmmmmm very nice slut. You’ll do just fine with me.” “I hope I please you ….AH!” A tweak to my right nipple cuts off my words... “Did I say you could speak bitch? Did I? No, I did not. You are NOT to speak unless you have been granted permission. There may be times when I will allow you to speak on your own free will this weekend, but you are not to speak at all unless I ask you a direct question or explicitly tell you that you may speak. Do you understand me?” “Yes Sir” “That’s. Whitney and I crawl into the guest bedroom's queen size bed. As we lay down next to each other, I start to feel queasy from all the alcohol. Whitney offers to rub my stomach. "How does that feel?" She asks, seemingly concerned. "Mmmm...good. That makes me feel a little better." "Can you take off the tank top? I'll be able to rub your stomach better without it in the way." She asks. I do as she asks without much thought. She keeps rubbing my stomach in circles, slowly making the circles bigger. ‘Bollocks to this,’ he decided, just ask outright.“So what do you reckon to the Safety Patrols? Reckon they do a good job?”It was Jacko’s turn to shrug. “Dunno. Steer clear of ‘em myself. Don’t see much point in ‘em. That’s what the police was supposed to be doin’ after all, but they’re always too busy.”“Well if the police are busy, maybe we do need the Patrol then.” This was a deliberately provocative remark by Ken in an attempt to draw Jacko out. Ken disliked the police. He’d been arrested. Soon we were in the lounge,the sisters abit drunk,the conversation was gettin heated and steamy,my wife left the room only to return with this posy pouch she had bought me,and insisted i put it on,so being turned on with the idea,i did just that,i returned to them both giggleing,my wife came over to where i was standing,and began to rub her hands all over me,her sister stared in excitement at the pouch,as my cock grew inside the fabric,my wife then turned to her sister and said,how about this.