He looked me up and down, doubting my innocence. “What’s that?” he asked, nodding toward the plug.I moved it behind the store bag in the other h...nd, hemming and hawing about a pet toy for my dog. Before he could reply, I suddenly felt my jock fill with a warm wetness which then leaked down my shaven legs to my flip-flops. I had forgotten about the piss-bag that Master had ordered taped to me under my pink top. He had pressed a button on his phone in South Africa and sent a signal to pierce the. OK, he may have had many, concurrent, 'steady' relationships, but he was never a one night stand sort of bloke.During the time spent on that hillside in the Falklands Harry had told me many things—not that I'm going to repeat all of what he said. He had been engaged in a rather convoluted sexual liaison with four females before we had left for the Falklands. Harry had met his future wife, Cynthia, while he was still at Sandhurst. The Sandhurst cadets, all young bloods, would motor up to London. . though if I had, you could have taken it out on me later. Sorry, didn’t mean to bare my soul to you, but ... hey ... I’m tired of acting coy and putting on a front with you.“Oh, God, did she just ... put her hand on my tits? Did you just ... grope ... both of us?” Nina reacted to my touch and Lizzie’s, even as Marcella and Dahlia sauntered over to us.“Hey, there, Master!” Dahlia boldly kissed me on the mouth, followed by another one from Marcella.“Well, hello, my Lord! Who is this cutie?”. " No, you're not," he said with a roll of his eyes. "You're constantly dozing off in the middle of class, Sam. Am I boring you?" No," she shook her head, and the guilty look returned, this time along with embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I've just been... preoccupied." Do you want to tell me about it? Sometimes talking helps put things in order."At this, she cocked a grin. "You don't really want to hear about it. Makes things complicated."He gave her his own grin, unable to help himself. "Come on.