There were things that hewanted to say. He wanted to stop her, but found that he couldn't. Hecould just stand there and watch her pull out of the gara...e and saw hertail lights fade into the distance.He was numb. He closed the garage door and walked back inside. Heswitched off the television. The programme was just meaningless, wordsthat made no sense. He sat at the table and put his head in his hands.It dawned on him that this was what it was going to be like now. Whenshe wanted to, whenever. In this position, Richard and Jane's genitals were now fully exposed and Miss Jones handed Elizabeth the devises, telling her to fit them on.Elizabeth lost no time in checking the effectiveness of the devises as matron invited them to test them by massaging their tortured thighs and bottoms until their sexual responses caused the devises to work and muffled screams could be heard through their gags.Richard's cock quickly grew under Elizabeth's handling, until his swelling shaft met the barbs,. “Look at this fucking thing! He only gave me a C on it.” She had it in her hand and she shook it at me. “What did you get?”“Ah, a B.”“What kind of jerk-ass stunt are you trying to pull? You think you didn’t have to put any effort into my paper?”“Nora, simmer down. Let me see what he wrote on it.” After looking at hers, and then my own, I said, “I think the one I wrote for you is actually better than the one I did for myself. I don’t know what his issue is; sometimes it’s just arbitrary, I. John let out a little moan, slid down the couch a little and opened his legs up. I couldn’t help myself I stood up in front of the TV and began to do a little strip for him making sure he got a great view of my little arse in the pink panties as I stretched down to take off my jeans. I then positioned myself between John’s thighs and began rubbing and licking his cock through his jeans. I could see John was dying to let his cock out and get it between my lips. I unzipped his jeans and helped.