They laughed. Then two little hands took my hands and slipped them up their respective skirts under the blanket, laying them on their wet panties. Sin...e I seemed so clueless to them on what to do with them next, in my shock, they showed me how to slip my hands inside their panties and rub their little clits and slits. They giggled, and then gasped softly as I figured it out. Soon I had both of their heads lying on my shoulders. I could feel their hot breath on my neck as their quiet breathing. King walked into the master suite, a large four poster double was the centrepiece of the room. He walked to a chest of draws and took out rope, handcuffs, a metal spreader bar and took off his belt. "Take the dress off." He said over his shoulder. I did. Slipping off the lacey dress and leaving it a pile on the floor. I stepped out of it and walked over to him, waiting for more instructions. King looked me up and down, my perk breasts were hidden by my black bra and my fresh pussy was likewise. She loved to be secured in place for her caning as it passed control over to Miss Strictwell, just as she would have passed control over to Miss Morris, her headmistress at sixth form college. Of course, in case anything went wrong Angela set the safety feature, like a safe word, which was that the machine would stop and the clasps automatically undo at a pre-set number of strokes. Angela set that at twenty-four but could make it any number up to forty-eight.Today, Angela set the machine at. I could only sit there, cuffed to the chair, my ever growing penis straining against the leather briefs.As Amy finally slid off Stephanie, trying to catch her breath, Stephanie stood up from the bed. She walked to the head of the bed and moved a pillow. Laying there were an array of three different sized vibrators and a bottle of lube. She picked these up and moved them to the foot of the bed. She came around to the back of the chair and uncuffed me. Looking into my eyes, she told me I was.