He looked down at his cock, which at the moment seemed to be subsiding. You fucking monster. Ben admonished his member. Jesus, have the decency to wai... until after school before pulling shit like that! He tried to think back over what could have brought this on. He remembered downing the advil this morning, recalling the unmarked bottle, and the unmarked pills and it dawned on him. Great, dad’s boner pills. Not for teens I guess. It was bad enough that his parents had gotten divorced recently. It took less than a second to get erect, and then I just waited for Her to come back. She was soon there with another two fans, chatting and laughing and showing them Her calendar, full of knickers-show pics of Her, which they both bought. Next She was raising Her skirt while they took photos, showing Her stocking-tops and then, in response to their pleas, raising it as high as Her knix. I was rubbing slowly watching Her, trying to settle my nerves and conscious that there were people all. The cellar was dank and cavernous, used formerly to house a wine collection it had been transformed into an ersatz torture chamber, with a pillory, a wooden framework to secure head and hands mounted on a steel post drilled into the concrete floor, the centrepiece of the makeshift dungeon. Next to it a robust oak table covered with assorted BDSM paraphernalia including bondage mitts and cuffs, nipple clamps, speculums, floggers, butt plugs, spanking paddles and a strap on dildo. Some of the. The Predator found it hard to concentrate on driving, he was so excited;not only that his plan was about to come fruition, but he couldn't takehis eyes off the sexy bitch siting beside him. She was deep in thought anddidn't realise that her skirt had ridden up and her sexy nyloned legs andstocking tops were on display for all to see. The Predator reached out andgently placed his hand on her gossamer encased knee and slowly slid it upher thigh and under her skirt. He rubbed two fingers along the.