This could be interesting. "I don't know. Nothing seems wrong though. I've got the glasses so why don't we just get home and have some dinner." "OK" T...e ride home was distracting. My breasts seemed to jiggle every time we hit a bump. Once home she started on dinner. I claimed to have some work to do in my upstairs workroom and asked her to call me once dinner was ready. I ran into my room and locked the door. The room was subtly different; just a little more feminine than I remembered it. But. “Good timing, girls. Ready for supper?”“Yes, please, Miss,” Emma said happily.Miss Dawson, the second house mistress, joined them soon afterwards and supper was put on the table, and the two girls and the two mistresses discussed the Centre again, and both the house mistresses agreed with the disciplinary measures that went on there.“So, Miss,” Emma asked, “Are you still out tonight?”“Yes, girls,” she replied. “Miss Dawson and I are off to the cinema and then for a drink or two. We’ll be back. He greeted us at the door before we could even knock. “I thought you two were never going to get here,” he said, “come in; let me get you a drink. What are you having? How was your drive? I hope Kathy didn’t talk your ear off.” “Hello darling, I’ve missed you.” Kathy gave Bill the biggest, longest kiss I think I have ever seen.” Bill fixed drinks for the three of us and we spent the next hour catching up. Kathy sat cuddled up next to Bill on the sofa and I sat opposite them on a large. The effort bound as she was soon had me panting heavily. Her breath felt heavy and hot upon my face. The fog was getting thick now, my mind slowly clouding over. I shook my head to try and regain my senses. The fall must have caused my harness to tighten as I felt my sensitive lips parted ever further, the leather strap pressing and rubbing against my tormented clit. While my plug tail felt like it had been driven even further within me. Liz began to shift her body as she lay atop me, trying to.