It reminded me of that TV show my wife liked to watch, The View, or something like that. I tuned them out and looked around the Dining Hall.The girls ...inished eating and decided to head next door for the marshmallow roast. Liz and Catherine were sitting with John, Sarah, Jeff, and Debbie, not far away. So, after returning my empty tray, I grabbed another iced tea and headed for their table."How are you doing with all the nudity, Michael?" Liz asked."Okay, I guess. I haven't embarrassed myself. It did not take long before he felt his orgasm building. Victoria felt his balls draw up and his cock begin to swell. She speeded up the movement and Mark came with a roar. So much did he ejaculate that she was unable to swallow it all. She leapt up and ran across to the hand basin and came back with his flannel. She wiped her face and neck with it and then licked his cock clean. She then climbed up him and clamped her mouth to his. He held her gently to him almost absent-mindedly stroking her. He had not appreciated her refusal to wear his collar and he was making sure she was getting her priorities right. Despite being a proud young lady she soon was reduced to tears, more from shame than pain but the pain did help along the way. In any case she was now much more receptive to the idea of wearing the said collard. He even had her putting it on herself, just abdicating altogether. Once the collar in place he put on her hands a pair of gloves with all the fingers tied together so has. Brook whispered in my ear that while she did my toes, she wanted me to tell her how much I have wanted her to do this and how horny it makes me to have my toes painted. As she started to paint my toes, she asked me guiding questions. I found myself saying how I have never really felt masculine and painting my toes has been a dream of mine for years. She took her time doing my toes and commented how she could tell how much this was turning me on. As I was agreeing with her I started to realize.