But it being wrong was half the reason I came so hard.The feeling was almost more intense sneaking out to thegarage, or going there after school befor... the jacking.It was like a sick not in my stomach. So horny ithurts, and so scared and ashamed to get caught that thenerves just wrecked your guts. The whole bit was getting to me. The smell of thegarage would send chills down the spine. I decided oneday as he was licking that I would pay him back. So Ireached down, no there was no petting or. I spent most of the time in bondage, either clothed or partly clothed but, being fed or filled with an assortment of BBC. None of it was rough, all I ended up with was a mildly gaping cunt and some rope burns/marks. I could still work most nights.I was almost put out of commission near the end of it. The last few days I had the bigger cocks stuffing me, was tied-up for a few **** scenes and, there was a set-up of spanking (while held down) then a very erotically staged caning shoot. We did a. Chris watched the two beautiful and confident women leave the cafe. Theone looking hot in her tight leather pants with black high heels and theother equally gorgeous in her skirt and heels. He had no idea that theyhad been picturing him serving them in a French maids outfit withoutrageous heels poolside at Lady Patricia's home.The afternoon passed pleasantly as they continued their shoppingexcursion and looked at things they thought would look good on them ortheir submissives.Pattie was. " (Turning even redder as I said this.) I continued, "Theymake my 'fanny' feel and look funny." (I thought the word fanny was betterto use than my "butt" or "a--".) {Ed. note: obviously an American setting andnarrator. :)}Betty answered my latest objections, "Ricky, these slacks were madeespecially to go with the blouse you are now wearing. They are made to fityou closely and give your body the support it needs while performing themany different tasks your new job requires of you."I still did.