”The plastic ruler struck my cock, again making it bounce, “Do not use that word in this house,” Aunty said grimly. “...because I masturbated ...n your clean sheets.” She moved the stool out of the way and pulled the narrow end of the coffee table into place. I knew the routine and stood astride the table, forcing my legs well apart, then bent over to grip the sides.I snarled at Kate as she moved from filming behind me to filming by my side, capturing my oozing cock in all its glory.Aunty pulled. "That's enough of the cream for now,Daisy. I want you to stand up straight and face me, hands down at yoursides." Yes Ma'am," she answered, turning towards me and lowering her hands sothat her small, erect cocklette was on display, and I knew that in thatmoment waves of humiliation and shame were washing over her sissy mind.The emasculation of being forced to show her small, wholly inadequatecocklette and silently accepting the ridicule and derision of anyonewithin sight of her pathetic member. After she had packed her bag, she set off to the coat rack, grabbing her coat and slipping it on over her blouse and skirt. She zipped it up all the way to her neck, and put her arms through the strap of her bag, letting it hang loosely off her shoulder. She stamped her time card and left the office on foot. It was a fairly chilly night. The moon was full and the streets were dull. Jenna always hated working late. She hated that she had to walk home so late. She knew it was dangerous, she. I grabbed Amy again, this time lying down on top of her naked for the first time, my steel hard-on pressed up against her completely saturated pussy, the both of us rubbing against each other’s sex. Then, it was time for the real fun to start. I positioned my cock at her entrance and gazed into her eyes for a split second, just enough time to catch the wild, horny look she was holding, and then I thrust forward, into her cunt as hard as I could.“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH YES!!” she.