“Enough. I want you to make yourself come. Show me how you pleasure yourself. But keep your eyes on mine.” Cynthia’s legs return to the bed. I m...ve my chair forward, to the edge of the bed. I want to see, hear and smell everything. My face is a foot away from Cynthia’s pink treasure - - my treasure for tonight. Her red fingernails move to her wet sex. Her eyes remain pinned on mine, as I switch my intent stare from her eyes to the wet sex she pleasures. For my pleasure. Her fingers begin slowly. I had seen them when I already the first time approached the chair. I stuck my wrists through the openings of the rings and continued to move my arms inwards and then suddenly with a distinct metallic clang the left one closed and shortly after, with the same ominous definitive sound, the other one closed too. I tried to raise my arms. I couldn't. I nearly panicked."No, let me out! I can't stand it! It hurts!" Nonsense," Master said. "Now you keep quiet and listen good. Firstly: You will be. “Did you get a tuxedo okay?” she asked.“Not yet. It’s having a couple of alterations made, but it should be ready this afternoon, subject to a final fitting,” I replied. Then a thought occurred to me. “Shouldn’t I have the receipt for the prom package with me in case the rental shop wants to check it?”Cayenne sighed with annoyance. “I promised Marcus I wouldn’t let the receipt out of my hands. I guess I’ll have to drive you again. Meet me in the car park after lessons.”The afternoon was. “Dave. That’s better than my fantasies. Don’t stop. No. There. Harder.” My tongue finds just the spot. Seconds pass. Her body goes rigid. Sudden uncontrolled spasms erupt throughout her body causing her hips to thrust me off. Sam is panting still against the window. I’m sprawled on the floor.With a flushed face and breasts Sam demands, “Fuck me. Now.” As she turns facing the window she pushes her bum up, wiggling it provocatively. With a hand on my dick, the other on her hip, I easily locate.