His hands retraced their descent back up my body to my tartan skirt waist band, and I felt the button pop and the zipper eased down. It was a relief o... my bladder in doing so, but the only thing stopping my skirt from falling to my feet was that I was pressing my crotch against the wooden cock.'I want you to avow your love to the Christ figure, by kissing his mouth'.The tortured features on the carved face were just inches from my own, and I leant in and gave the carved mouth a gently peck with. Perhaps it’s nothing at all. He was just having a bit of fun with me.’ ‘Troy Cummings, how long does it take for you to wake up. Miles has been practically dating you years…’ ‘No, no. We’ve just gone to things together that’s all…’ ‘For God’s sake Troy, can’t you see what’s been happening? He goes off fucking Ivy Vawser, and why? My guess is she was a substitute for you. That comes to an end, and what happens, he goes back to taking you out and spending his allowance on candlelit dinners. Can’t. Inscrutable, she sat on the couch in a trucker hat, wife beater and brown, cowboy boots. Nothing else. Her nipples pushing at the white cotton were the only hint that she was feeling anything at all.“You’re going to be my bitch tonight. Trust me, you’ll like it.” Her long, straight, black hair framed the seriousness of her face.For him, the room swam a bit. His stomach felt unsettled and his cock got rock hard for reasons he couldn’t quite fathom. Looking at her, he slowly shook his head, eyes. Barry led her by her ear until she was standing in front of one of the mirrors. Obviously, Nancy had clued him on on the important role the mirror would play in reflecting her humiliation, so to speak. ‘If you had let me do this three years ago, you would not be in this situation being stripped in front of so many of your foes,’ informed Barry as he started unbuttoning the buttons of her blouse, relishing every moment. Nancy in the meanwhile got Matt to stand on one side of the mirror and Chip.