?The truth.? She said.?This morning, Mistress.?She let out a ?ttch?sound of disapproval. ?How often do you wank, Sam.Daily ? Every other day ? Twice a...day ??My cock was rock hard from thehumiliation of standing there answering her questions. My groin was totallybald and I laid down the razor.?I guess most days, Mistress.? I lookedinto her eyes apologetically.?But you?re interested in chastity ??I nodded.She smiled.?Get in the shower.?I stood there. The controls were outsidethe glass door. A. It’s her room, the mysterious friend I occasionally speak to. The room in itself somehow has very little detail in my imagination but on the one side a large comfortable leather chair sits waiting for her. This dark leather chair can tell stories I am sure. If only I could talk to it I may fathom the secret desires living inside the occupant of the chair. In this room it is always night and the moonlight washes into the room and fires up the imagination with possibilities. I watch her come into. She'd unzipped Chris now and was stroking his large erection, dipping her head, she took it into her mouth and I felt Jane unzipping my jeans,"I think I'd like to do that" she whispered, "How would you like me to suck your cock?" Oh God yes"My cock jumped out of my pants and she giggled dirtily just before the warmth of her mouth enclosed me, she squeezed my testicles gently and ran her fingers between my legs to probe gently at my anus, my moan must have given her a clue as to how much I liked. “I hope this is okay,” he said sheepishly. “When I woke up I could feel that you were hard again.”I nodded. “You can wake me up like this anytime, son.”He smiled and started sucking on me again. I moaned and ran my fingers through his hair; he obviously enjoyed pleasuring me, and he was a natural at it.“Leo, hold on.”“What’s wrong, dad?”“Nothing, you’re doing great kiddo. I just gotta take a piss.”He looked at my cock with wonder. “Can I watch?”I smiled as I stood up. “Yeah, of course you can..