I played it off as if it was nothing, but my heart was pounding because he had seen me. “You don’t have to lie fool it’s all right.” He said t... me as he got upWhen he did his crouch was in my face and I just wanted to pull him closer to me. He went over to the window and closed the shades; my mind was racing as he did, my breath was quickening and my dick was getting hard. Billy walked back over to me; he stood in front of me as he rubbing on his washboard abs. My eyes had lit up at this point. He told me to put my feet up on the frame around the toilet making me very exposed. He worked a second finger in to me, rushing I relaxed, leaking mess around his gloved fingers. He said good boy working his fingers in deeper and harder. I was grinding on to him moaning ,he laughed saying you dirty slut. Im going to fuck the shit out of you. He pulled out of me. I gasped again. I watched as he took a black rubber sheath and stretched it over his cock, it was thick with large knobbles all over. 'I know about you.'Her words surprised me and I looked away again, just as Trace took my cock back into his mouth. I hoped she was addressing him.'Don't fight it. It's OK.'My eyes were drawn back, passing over her face and dropping to her hand as if with a mind of their own. Unconsciously I licked my lips, then realized with some embarrassment what I had done. She smiled, sensing a victory.'That's it. Accept it.' She held his cock out, blatantly showing it to me, and crooked a finger on her. "Of course she does, Jack, wouldn't you? But here's the weird thing. Pamela just loves to be humiliated. Don't you Pamela?" No, Janice, I don't!" Of course you do. Remember that night we had dinner and I spat in your food?" You did what?" Jack looked at her, amazed."I spat in her food. And you know what? Like a little submissive kitten, she just ate it. And then afterwards, she admitted that she enjoyed being humiliated. Isn't that right, Pammy?"I took in a sharp breath, hearing her call me.