.. deliberatly rubbing my thigh with hers. 'Ah' she angellically squealed, her socked toes scrunching up. The corners of her mouth appeared to turn up... yet I got a 'What are you doing? Dummy". I tried to turn a blind eye but just couldn't. Did she sound.....seduced? I sighed then figured there was only one way to find out. Turn up the fucking heat. I knew I had her. If I could execute my charm well enough, I could do it. This could be the day. I could fuck Fiona. My penis slowly straightening. It seemed to work."Do you know why you're being *punished*?"I answered weakly. "Mmm-hmm".Then my pussy lips received a liberal teasing with the carrot's tip while she held me tightly, letting me know what was to soon to be inserted. After pretending several times, the carrot finally re-entered with penetrations synchronized with each word:"*Masturbation*!" *Is*!" *Dirty*!"I gasped for breath with every word as I felt wave after wave of delicate warm sensations flowing through me. Jenny used her. The damn thing thattrapped me in this situation and finding it is the first step to freemyself from this hell.I knock at the door. "Come in," he says.I open the door and enter. Henry room is even bigger than ours; it'sdecorated in an art deco style and has lots of things to flaunt whovisit it. He's laid on his bed wearing a black robe; it looks like hejust got out of bath."So, Allan, how are you these days?" he asks me using my real name and Irealize that it's even more humiliating to me.Off. I was sitting up when they arrived and put me in cuffs and stuffed me in the back seat of a cruiser. Somebody in the crowd had seen the badge dlipped on my belt while I was rolling around and told the cops about it. They took it, but didn't ask me any questions. I wasn't in any shape for answering anyway.I don't know how long I sat in the back of the car. Somebody got my wallet out, and my eyes could open just barely enough to register a blue uniform, but not much else. Some paramedics showed.