.whethermy marriage is happy or not is none of your business." There must be something wrong between you and your wife," Stephaniecorrectly surmised. ...Otherwise, you wouldn't have been staring at me.You're still staring at me, too. You can't take your eyes off of me, canyou? You can't stop staring at me...you can't stop smelling myperfume...you like it, don't you, Spencer? It smells real nice. Doesn'tthe scent remind you of naughty places like this one which you snuckaway to when you were. I thought I heard something in the bedroom. I looked that way and focused on listening, but I perceived no other sounds. If Mom or Alyssa barged in now, arguments would ensue and we wouldn’t find out whether this would help Olive or not. If Lisa came in, however, I’m sure her embarrassment would only be matched by my own. Yet, those thoughts didn’t encourage me to end this.Olive stood up. “I need to get back in the tub, and you need to as well.”She held onto my throbbing erection, as if it were. Adam's mouth and lips were stretched wide and still he looked into the eyes, watching the dick move in and out a few times and he heard him say, “You're mine, slut. Be a good boy and clean me off.”Adam closed his eyes, knowing that now it was finally over. It was a long day even without the party and now he felt exhausted. The butt plug hurt but he wasn't going to remove it because master wanted it there. Did I please him? I hope I pleased him.Two attendants rolled up Adam's cage, his. More and more people looked as the stern woman simply pointed at objects, saying nothing, whilst the servile grey man fetched at her whim. Bulges appeared in jeans and leggings of males who watched; it was so obvious that this magnificent woman had complete control over the wretch. Women stopped and smiled, nodding their approval, their pussies tingling with arousal as they witnessed the complete control the woman had. When Blanche was aware of a suitably large enough audience, she would add to.