I put one hand under her arm my fingers stroking her tit my other hand pushing her soft ass. She stood, and then sat on the couch between us. Mom had ...nother glass of wine. Little Matt was in bed. Dad was out and would sleep it off all night in his chair. Mom's words were getting slurred (too much wine). Terry said she was going up to bed and took Mom’s hand saying “ come on Mom I’ll help you upstairs and tuck you in. I was 11:30 when I went up to bed leaving dad out cold. Terry was asleep when. I writhe in my seat, desperate to get myself, but there is only enough pressure to make me tingle and not enough to push me over the edge. "Well, now that we boy's have had our fun, I think the girls should have theirs." Kev smiles, kisses Jen and slips from beneath her. Sean meanwhile is untying me from the chair. I hadn't realised how uncomfortable I had been until now. The blood is rushing back to my hands and feet and I'm tingling all over. My muscles feel stretched and stretching is nigh. I started lowering my jeans and had to wiggle my hips a bit to get them past my round butt and down my long legs. As I stepped out of them he told me not to turn around yet, but to slip the panties off also. The same way. I hooked my thumbs in the waist band and slowly pulled it over my cheeks, exposing my firm butt and then down my legs. I was sure that he could clearly see my pussy and butt hole in this position, especially since his chair was just a few feet from me. -“Now turn around,. So if I say I’ve decided you’re to lose your useless balls, what possible difference do you think begging will make? —master, please forgive me, master. There was a sniveling quality to the boy’s voice. Desperation made it rise several octaves. —Why? He looked down at the feminized little faggot with so much scorn the boy cringed. Why should I forgive you? You’ve been nothing but trouble for me. Always questioning, begging, trying to top me from the bottom? Give me one good reason why you.