" said Mrs. T. I smiled as Jeana reached up to move her hand on my hard cock. She was rubbing the material covering my erection. "No! I'm Ok with this...T. I'll let you know if it goes to far. Plus I tell my husband everything. He will be Ok. I might not tell him about what Buck got packing under these shorts. Mmmmm. Buck that is nice." said JeanaA second later both women pulled the sides of my shorts to around my ankles. I pulled my shirt over my head. I was not naked in front of them as they. 'And open your mouth.Kim obeyed immediately. Bill put the things he'd been holding down on the bed and then went back to his holdall. Kim looked over and saw him pull the new riding crop out. He'd sent her a picture of it but it looked far larger in reality than it had in the picture. He walked back to the bed and put the shaft of the crop into her mouth.'Hold that.'Kim closed her mouth on the whip. Bill then took the spreader he'd told her about and began to assemble it. He'd made it in two. "Oh, yeah, I did!" She exclaimed. "Want some?"And the kitchen did smell like bacon. But I was sure it hadn't a moment before. Mom hadn't made bacon since dad's heart attack two years ago. But she presented me a plate of the stuff like it was perfectly normal.And it could have been normal, I guess. But it wasn't. I was sure of that.I sat there eating bacon and drinking coffee and not enjoying nearly as much as I should have. Something was so wierd.And so I decided to try something. At worst, mom. . A traditional Chinese execution at the strangling post?" The spaniel was practically babbling. "A sturdy post, stuck deep in the ground; my ankles tied together behind it, and my wrists..." Damien reached down and coated a paw with his precum, then offered it to the golden spaniel, who greedily started licking it off. "You've always been pushy, kid" mused Damien. "I remember when you asked to become my slave, you were pushy even then, trying to set the conditions for your training.... Did you.