He'd hold them for a second, considering, and then tell me to open my mouth. I'd do it, obediently, and he'd tell me to stick out my tongue. I would, ...nd he'd put the soiled front of the panties against my tongue, and tell me to close my mouth. He'd take the other ends of the panties and tie them around the back of my head. I'd be able to taste my piss in the fabric of the panties, and it'd drive me wild.Then he'd remind me of what a bad little slut I'd been to wet them in the first place. His. . uh, if only I knew what we had been fighting about.And now here we were, getting ready for bed.Janice took the card and looked it over. "Jack asked you to give this to me?" she asked, puzzled."Yes, why?" Well ... It's just..." What?" Well, it sure looks like your handwriting, not Jack's." Janice tore open the envelope and took out the card. "This card is definitely from you, it's got your signature," she announced, glancing it over."I swear I don't remember writing it..." My mind was. I felt my hands lower to his zipper as sheundid it and began to tug down his pants, boxers and all. She stared athis cock for a few minutes while I felt my tongue lick my lips.I was definitely not ready for what happened next as my lips lowereddown to his cock. She was going to give him a blowjob and I had toexperience every fucking second of it! I could taste the salty taste ofdried sweat on the phallic object being shoved violently in and out ofmy mouth. It didn't help that he was bucking as. He sat back down. There was no way he was going to undress Belinda’s daughter and therefore the keys may as well have been locked in a bank vault. Either way, they were out of his reach.He shook his head and smiled, “What did we say about abusing power?”“Only on special occasions?” she giggled.Sophie watched him, enjoying the look of helplessness in his eyes as she turned over and sat back on the sofa with the keys to his handcuffs now pinned beneath her. She continued to sip her coffee,.