“Did you think you were going to get away with being a little cocktease all night and not suffer the consequences?” Pressing against my back he p...lled my dress to my waist. I struggled as he pulled down my tights. “Sean!” I hissed. “Oh my god! Anyone could see us.” “Then they’ll get a good show won’t they?” We both moaned as he sank one finger into my wetness. I rolled my hips back against him and that was all the invitation he needed. The sound of a zipper was all the warning I had before. It was so true, Evelyn never allowed Mary to carry out any corporal punishment, in fact Mary was never allowed to wear boots, or any symbol of dominance. She was always dressed prettily, lacy and spotted pink, white and pastel blue with bright make-up and coloured streaks in her hair. Pretty short socks with those frills that were at the ankle. Skirts that puffed out and hair either in bunches or short plaits. Mary was cute, Evelyn was dark and Bernard had the privilege of serving them. But why? Why would he do that?"I sat down again. "I don't know." I sighed. "I have a suspicion that very little of what he said happened after they sent you home actually happened. And I think that somehow, he needs you back there. I don't know why, and I don't know exactly what we're going to find, but he's so eager to get us all on the road to Ithaca that he practically peed in his no-doubt unfamiliar panties." So we just won't go!" Lauren almost yelled.I looked at her sadly. "Lauren," I. I watched him savor the sight of my mouth filling with his own cum.I held it in my mouth, savoring the feel and taste, only swallowing when he told me too. Then, I closed my eyes and let it just trickle slowly down my throat, swallowing little bits at a time. He whipped my back again and demanded me to bend over so my ass was facing him. He took one of my ass cheeks in his strong hands and opened it so he could see the opening to my anus. He took his finger, stuck it in my mouth, and popped it.