The next time his fingers probed it slid in easily. I was wet, horny and moaned. And he stopped, stepped away.“You may scream if you want to.” Irr...tated I looked at him. “But I don't have to?” “No, you don't have to.” He smiled and left the room.He left me like this, shackled, aroused and in this weird room. It wasn't cold but my nipples were nearly as hard as the stone I was kneeling on. I felt my fast heartbeat, tried to control my fast breathing.The door opened. His footsteps and another. ''MMMMM, MY,MY, YOU DID WELL PETER,I LIKED THAT.SHE REACHED BEHIND HER TO SEE HIS COCK, ONLY TO FIND A COPIOUS AMOUNT OF CUM ALL OVER HIS BELLY AND THAT IT HAD SPLASHED ALL OVER HER SKIRT. ''YOUNG PETER,I TOLD YOU YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO CUM UNLESS I TELL YOU SO.'' ''SORRY MISTRESS, I COULDN'T HELP IT, YOU CUMMING ON MY FACE LIKE THAT DROVE ME OVER THE EDGE.''SHE SOFTENED HER TONE AND GRINNED. ''YOU ARE A VERY NAUGHTY BOY'' AND GAVE HIM A SOFT SLAP ACROSS THE FACE LEANED IN AND KISSED HIM ON THE. . um ... be polite, you know? It’s an orchestra concert, not a basketball game.”“We’ll cheer silently to ourselves,” Rachel grinned.“Oh! My!” Mrs. Marvel said when she saw me before the performance. I really liked this tux but I wasn’t sure if she was on board. They had a chair in the wings where I could sit and watch the first act. “You will complement Cynthia’s dress as well as you do her playing,” she said at last. That was it. I was a side-dish to Cindy’s main course. That was fine with me.. Homes, as absorbed in rapture as one can get, didn't even flinch at the sudden added weight.Maizie removed her hands from Homes' head and, in a trice, had Whatsin free of the restraining garment. He stood, turned around, and peeled the corset off his body. As he did, two small, white pillows popped out--the falsies Homes' had Mrs. Handson construct--one going east, the other heading due west. Whatsin stood there now in just his white knickers, and Weatherly Brothers' argyle socks.Maizie gasped..