Debbie shuddered, if that were true, she wondered how the advanced training she had in mind would affect him, and how that might impact her paintings....So, you want me to help you move some paintings around?" Peter asked when he showed up at the storage unit the next day.Debbie answered, "Well, I do need to bring the painting that now has you ejaculating on the beach back to the house, but we actually need to be here to try the advanced training I have in mind." Peter was clearly puzzled, but. Once we reach the top of the stairs you take over again and guide me by the hand to the Play Room. The Play Room is like a regular bedroom but with a few modifications. There is a big four poster bed with wrist and ankle cuffs built in in the middle of the room. Two night stands sit on each side of it. In a corner on the right hand side is a chair with straps that cover your wrists, ankles, and upper mid section. We call this chair the "Time Out" chair. It is mostly used for when I am being. She was wearing tight jeans and a white top, I could clearly see her bra under her top. Her face seemed to light up when she saw me and walked right up to me. We hugged each other tightly and I could not help myself but kiss her. We made out slowly right in front of her parents, her breasts pressing up against me.We parted and Jessica hugged her mother and father. We all went out to the car and Jessica and I climbed into the back seats. We held hands the whole way home, and I knew we were meant. Fortunately, I was finally able to mumble, ‘Ah, this is awkward but, I wanted to talk to you.’ ‘Yeah, about what?’ one of them asked pertly. Remembering how one of them were ready to go for Mike’s throat the other night I quickly continued, ‘I actually wanted to apologize to you.’ ‘Apologize, for what?’ ‘The other night, after your audition at the Carousel, I was with that clown who approached you outside the club.’ ‘Yeah, I remember, you’re the one who dragged him off to the car.’ ‘Is he the.