Rick had to shut his eyes at times as Chris thrust his bum and then hisgroin so close to his face that he thought Chris could feel his breathon his sk...n. Rick’s mind was reeling; to be so close to Chris dressedlike this, doing these things to him, and for him to feel like this, didit mean he was gay? Rick moaned when Chris skimmed his cock with hisbum, making him wriggle in his chair.Chris knew the effect he was having on Rick. He could see on his faceand in the tension in his body that Rick. I kissed itreverently. This time when I found the nipple I decided to flick it withmy tongue. I started slowly and then increased the tempo. I wasflicking my tongue left and right very rapidly, as her moans got strongerand stronger. She was also squirming in my lap, rubbing herself againstme. I just realized that I was not feeling the rough fabric of her jeansagainst my groin, nor even her panty. She was rubbing her own nakedgroin against my penis, and she was quite wet. I continued. There should be something in here you can wear."He pulled out a man's shirt, sniffed it and then handed it to me. "It'sclean, not even any paint on it. Put it on."The shirt, several sizes too large, hung down to my knees. Rick helpedme roll up the sleeves so my hands were free.He dipped back into the box while I buttoned up."Let see if I can find something to cover Poole. I can't stand lookingat his bare ass." Don't bother," I said.Rick stopped his search to glance at me. "Why?"I pointed at the. Heather screamed, as the underarm hair smoked and shriveledand was gone. There was, in fact, no serious burn. Heatherclenched her jaws and only moaned as the left arm pit wassimilarly singed by the candle flame. The woman smiled atHeather and said, "You know what comes next?" No, My Lady, but I do not deserve it, for I am innocent." For allthat Heather hated her tormentor, she hoped to elicit some feelingsof mercy. The chatelaine then methodically moved the candleflame between Heather's.