That one I could see better, and I saw Dad’s tongue tip just barely peek out and touch the nipple.I stood then, butterflies doing high-speed laps in...my tummy, and my pussy was obviously leaking, as I could feel a bit of moisture on my thighs. My heart rate was high, my breathing stilted. I watched Dad’s eyes as he approached. I was surprised that he didn’t lift my tube top from the bottom and up and over my head. I could feel his fingertips and knuckles on my sides as he rolled my tube top up. See ya later.” Caleb says and Robert leaves the room.He rolls backwards and laughs hard.“That was fucking close!” He says and passes me a Kleenex. I clean up his cum that hit the bottom of the desk and dripped down.“I’d say. But hot as fuck. I need to cum.”As if on cue, Dylan knocks and steps in.“Hey Mr Jacobsen. Just wanted to apologize about running away last night. And to say thanks also.”Before he says anything more I pop up from under Mr. Jacobsen’s desk.“Oh. Didn’t realize you were here.”. We stood straight, with our chests thrust out, facing it with our hands behind our heads, which was designed to stretch the chain connecting our nipple rings to our clit rings as a reminder that one of us had failed our Master. When Master approached us, he took a moment to look at us as he always did. We were dressed identically apart from color, in business suits since we’d been in a ‘business’ meeting. We each had 3? pumps on, skirts to just above the knee and white blouses beneath our. For a moment, his hand on his ribcage helped Lyle to get a grip. The nextmoment though, it had entirely the opposite effect. It dawned on Lylethat his hand, rather than resting upon the fabric of his jacket, wasinstead directly touching his skin. He moved his fingers and felt hisfabulous new nails tickle and scratch.In a panic, he looked down at his body.How could this be!Lyle was now standing on the elevator in the middle of the tube station,in nothing but a tiny baby blue bikini and matching.