This was in a house over in flatlands of Berkeley and you would be surprised at how big a crowd can gather at ten o'clock on a Tuesday night on a resi...ential sidewalk. Yeah, five or six isn't much of a crowd, but when they looked over after just getting their rocks off, and five or six people are standing on the side walk and watching you both curiously, it's quite a shock. I just had to laugh hearing about one of the women calling out, "Bravo, sisters!" and starting to clap and then them. The wagon master asked after one of the local merchants and was directed by the guards at the gate towards the marketplace."State your business," the guard asked me when I at last approached the gate. The way he said it left no doubt that he knew who I was."I need to speak with Magister Ownes," I answered."To what purpose?" It's personal."I had to wait a good hour before word came that the Magister would see me in his quarters. That was a bit of surprise, but perhaps he wanted to get away from. I have to be home early," I called, hoping to forestall her coming upstairs.Luckily, I had my books pulled together before the formidable figure rounded into the room to make sure we were all right. I hurried past her with a "Good Night, Mrs. Henderson. Thanks for the cake." Good night, Charles, do come back." she murmured.My face was still stinging when I got home and I gave it a good rub trying to even out any redness that might show. I hurried past Auntie Mame's car in the driveway. That. Especially the ones on her fat tits, which wereconveniently bearing the brunt of her weight. And of course it didn?t help thathe had neglected to remove the pins from her tits and ass before tying her downfor the night. She wasn?t sure if he had forgot or left them thereintentionally, but it wasn?t her place to mention it. Competing with the painfor her thoughts was her sexual frustration. He had cum six times that night,and she was hoping he?d give her permission to cum. But alas, her orgasm.