It was spotless, and everything was neatly in its place. She had stressed over each minute detail in preparation for the evening’s events. Finally, ...he doorbell rang. Peaches’ heart caught in her throat as she looked through the peephole in the door. It was her friend, Honey. Time stood still, as she admired her guest. Honey was an exotic dance instructor, and she looked every bit the part. Lean body. Long legs. Perfect ass. Even Honey’s eyes danced in the light. Peaches couldn’t take her eyes. He knew then that she wouldn't say anything, wouldn'tcall out to stop his shameful display, as her livelihood depended on his wife.The interest in her eyes told him she was also enjoying the spectacle. His ankles were shackled, he couldn't run, although he had thought aboutit seventeen times before. There was no escape , he thoughtas he watched as his wife give one key to the housekeeper, holding the otherin her hand for a moment while a small smile flickered over her face. Then,together, they. Look how I'm sweating, my darling. Look at Aunt Paula's watery eyes. We ladies need courage too."Cal looked. But the signs of her emotion troubled him more in a way than the vision of her terrible remoteness. Paula mustn't weaken. Cal understood that somehow. Whatever exactly the lesson of this hard day, it must be thoroughly delivered before his teacher relented toward either her pupil or herself. Her power chilled him, but he wanted it absolute: he'd pledged as much, and even now, shocked to. ..Just then, my Aunt opened the door, and he quickly withdrew his hands, and acted like nothing had been going on! I admit I felt dissappointed, as my arousal was growing, and my young pussy was tingling like crazy. She smiled and told me it was bedtime, so I kissed my Uncle on the cheek, and slid from his lap, glancing down and I saw the huge outline under his bottoms briefly before he covered himself casually under a cushion.....I padded out, and looked back, and he winked at me, that dirty.