That is of course with the exception of your chastity belt.Jennifer could not believe that Master Stephen expected her to come to dinner in only her c...astity belt on the night her parents were coming to dinner. She knew that they would find out about her special relationship with Master Stephen eventually, but she had hoped to do it in a subtle way. She knew that her parents would not understand the complexity of the relationship. Hell, she thought to herself, half the time even I don’t. Her hands came to grip his hips and she pulled, and then pushed, signifying what she expected him to do. His frazzled brain recognized that part, and he started simulating coitus."Kiss me!" she hissed, as she spread her legs and wrapped them over the back of his thighs. She had seen a woman do that on the internet, when she was exploring a website she wasn't supposed to look at.So he was kissing her, and it looked like he was humping her, when Paul and Linda Riley opened the attic door to find. Hell, I might have copies of it on Mom’s computer already, you don’t know. My point is if I wanted to hang you out to dry, I could have already done it. This is my way of exacting some punishment for having cheated on Mom and putting me in a really hard position. I think it is fair.” Fifteen minutes later I had exhausted every plea, complaint, demand and objection I could think of. Lisa just sat there saying things like, “If you want to explain this to Mom, just say so.” Exhausted I. I’m gangly, totally out of proportion. Hardly grown but a couple of inches. My face feels like it’s full of new pimples, real or imagined. My arms are sickly white sticks against this tanned beauty. My wobbly legs are even worse, only by luck covered in jeans. My hair is unkempt, not seeing a barber in over a year.Even so, with this dorky kid beside her, she leans over and gives me a quick peck on the lips. I’m in heaven as she leans back, cranking the muscle car with its guttural roar.“Fasten.