Kyle blushed looking away. I don't know why I did it but for some reason I reached out grabbing his dick. It caught him by surprise. "Sorry," I said t...king my hand away, "I can stop if you-" No," he said grabbing my hand, "Uh...you can keep going if you want..." I smiled taking his covers off leaning down to his dick. It was about 5in maybe a little bit bigger. It was thick and had a weird smell to it...not a bad smell but definitely weird. I decided to step outside my comfort bubble and licked. Sister turned kissed me and said "we better get some sleep, lets hope none of the other Sisters heard us, do you want me to pull out your other toy?' I felt her hand touch my opening and I brought my own hand down and said "No, lets let it stay a while, I think it will feel good to go to sleep with it in there." She kissed me again and said "OK, honey, but do sleep, if you start in again, I am afraid I can't help you, I have to get some sleep" and off to her room she wentWhen I woke up again, I. She had a mousy blonde haircut that would be described as a very simple straight fringe and straight trimmed to shoulder length - something a post war pre high school girl might have - very plain but functional, you knew she was girl. Her dress sense was again, very plain, simple, functional and that of not to expose anything and generally boring except for the odd white cotton blouse which I quite liked because you could sometimes see her bra outlined underneath.Whilst in the print room one. If he continued or stopped, he could be punished. Was this more mental torture?Gimp looked at Mistress. She looked back with a blank face. Was she pleased or not? Gimp had no idea.Mistress stood up, walked across the room and stood between Ferrari and Gimp, her crutch within inches of Gimp.Gimp could smell her sweetness and knew she was wet. Mistress was happy but would never admit that to Gimp and Gimp knew that."Finish her off slut." Mistress said to Gimp. "How dare you make her.