I groaned. “Where is this going?”“In,” Simon grunted.He did not hurry, caressing the exterior of my flesh and only casually, almost impercepti...ly easing the tip of the vibrator between the folds of my flesh. Again I sensed a signal from Martin which I did not see, and Simon’s reaction was to adjust some control. The buzzing and the tingling increased, very noticeably.“Nice?” Martin cooed, softly. I found myself lifting my hips and twisting my head from side to side. Ted was holding up my. Then a special noise was heard, exactly as when a physician tears the wrapper of a glove and stretches it with a kind of snapping sound when the glove adjusts on the hand. Marvin had no idea, what was going on behind his back. If it was really a sound of the glove, why the man needed it. He was at least glad that the hard slapping and brutal pinching and kneading of his sore ass had now stopped. “O’ faggot boy, I have something very special for you”. The man whispered behind him. Marvin was. I agreed and we went to his townhouse.I had been in situations like this before. You go to a manís home and the first thing he wants is to get in your pants. I figured this is what would happen at Mikeís. But I didnít mind it was as good a way to kill a couple hours as any other. He offered me a beer and we sat and talked for a while. Then he said he had an idea. I thought okay here it comes, but I was wrong. He suggested we play a game of Sex Words. It is a dice game but. "Yes, MissAllie" my voice replied."Good - this is coming along really well, Tina. Now put the rest of yourclothes on." She pointed towards the bed again - but then looked at mybrooch. I touched it twice: "Thank you, Miss Allie." She smiled andturned away.There wasn't a lot on the bed. Sheer black nylon stockings, black satinpanties and my high-heeled maid's shoes. I sat and slipped the nylonscarefully up my legs, fastening them to the bottom of the basque. Ipulled the panties on, feeling the.