Not a word was said between us as the guy removed her hand and insisted that I grip him again with the nylon of the gloved hand. She looked crestfalle... but stayed transfixed as I pumped the long, thick hardness.The continuing crush made it difficult for me to stroke as I wanted on this gorgeous member and my new girlfriend became increasingly agitated until finally, dropping to her knees she grabbed the guy's cock from my grasp and pulled it to her mouth. To my disappointment the frotteur. “I think just three for now should do the trick. Again, remember where we are My slave. I do not expect to hear a sound from you – is that clear?” “Y…Yes Master,” I reply quietly, desperately hoping that I will be able to remain silent. I’ve had worse than this and not made a sound, I remind myself, so I will not let You down. Thwack! The ruler falls much more heavily than I am expecting, and I grit my teeth. It’s the nearest You have ever been to caning me, and I can. They had not, however, learned to use them as children. They had to be told that they could use them; some of them had to be told how to use them. Marjorie could hardly bring herself to give those directions to young women in private. She had told Messalina on a Sunday that she would use the women’s outhouse, and Messalina was quite capable of telling even men what to do in blunt language. Messalina, however, had to learn her letters in night school along with the others. Marjorie had kept her. ‘Would you, er, would you mind very much if I watched you take your shower Sue?’ he asked as he handed me the glass. I took a sip of the drink, looking over the rim and straight into his eyes, then smiled and answered. ‘I’d like that Brian – but, then I’ll want to watch you when you have yours.’ ‘Sounds fair.’ he said quietly as he sat down on the lid of the toilet and, clutching his drink tightly, watched as I stepped under the warm spray and began to soap myself. Just as I did when he had.