He mentally cursed himself for forgetting it again. He was surprisedthat she even cared enough to ask. "I forgot it!" he said. But thetiny bit of a...ger he had felt earlier was starting to grow."You forgot it? Again?" She shook her head. "And what about the babybottles? Did you drink any today?" No Mistress," he answered, not even bothering to curtsey."Why not?" Because..." He tried to find a good answer. But all he could suddenlyfeel was frustration and anger and rejection. "Shit!" he. His cream splashed all over your face and you went into a frenzy, jerking beneath your rider until he came deep inside your cunt. I have a confession to make. I came in my pants as you screamed and as I watched you experiences yet another massive orgasm. Thinking it was all over, I prepared to go and get your cum filled and cover body from the stage. Suddenly, there was a wave of men from the audience, surging up onto the stage and the next thing I saw was You being sandwiched between four of. Nothing but the smug satisfaction of keeping this dirty, little secret all to yourself. If he got caught, though, he would never be allowed to forget it. The embarrassment would be devastating and Oscar would never look at him the same again. To watch the last minute pass was agonising. Harry's hand twitched in anticipation on his lap; beads of sweat emerged on his forehead, ready. With ten seconds to go, it crossed his mind to quit before he had even started - perhaps the risk was too great.. ..I was a little scared as he pressed his mouth over mine, his tongue probing into my mouth as I felt him pulling my pink sleep shorts down, but my butt lifted, as if I was in a daze, and he slid the shorts down, pulling them off and he then carefully climbed over me, his big body shadowing my petite frame and moving himself between my slender thighs, his arms either side to support himself, and I smelled the whiskey on his breath....He was grunting and panting, and my heart pounded as I felt.