Any deviation from the rules will result in your freedom being taken away and you being in punishment for a week, and the punishment will be more seve...e than anything you can ever imagine. Do you agree so far?”I gulped and said “Yes Bart, I will follow these rules.” The idea of the punishment wasn’t good, and scared the life out of me, but I needed to get out of this room!“Finally,” he continued, “ For the first week of your freedom you must go to the bottom of the stairs and ring the gong, you. I pushed my lips down his shaft, gagging as his knob touched my throat. I concentrated on trying to swallow his tool, and surprised myself how much I got down my throat. 'Make it all wet, Tina' he begged. I took it out and spat on it, licking the spittle around. Then I went back to deep throating him. He was rock hard now, and I wanted a good fucking before he came.While I was crouched down, I'd flipped the top off a tube of KY jelly from my handbag and smeared a good dollop on and up my arse.. Wow, it's rather cramped in here, at least it's warm.” I nodded in agreement, taking in the small room that consisted of a single queen size bed in the corner, beige walls, a small coffee table with a medium sized television and a door leading to the bathroom. I quickly stepped into the bathroom and saw that it's just as small as the room, with no shower, just a bathtub, a sink and the toilet. At least everything was in good condition, sparkling clean. “Tiny as well, huh?” I squeaked as my. She took them and set them aside. While she was doing that, he took her all in: The white blouse, buttoned to the neck, the straight dark skirt but he saw her differently now. Now he knew of the lines of the underwear beneath her clothes, he’d felt those lines and that was a kind of intimate connection with Mrs. M that he’d never had before. Then the moment of crisis was there. It was the immediate successor to the awkward moment of the previous week. Helen spoke: ‘Tim, I owe you an apology for.