“Kitten, you look worried about something. Please, tell me so I can see if I can help you at all.”“Sorry, Master, I am just worried about how my...dad will react after you collar me. I know he is Master to my mom but I am not sure he realizes I am a submissive as well.”“Oh, Kitten, I am sure it will all be OK, but I had already planned to ask him for permission, just as if I was asking you to marry me, so he can ask me anything about it he wants. I am hoping you want him there as well since you. But it wasn’t the plain clothing which shocked her, it was the message he had emblazoned over the front of the shirt. In Timothy’s neat, upward-slanting strokes, he had printed:SORRY BOYS, I’M STRAIGHTAnd beneath it, in smaller letters - But It May Just Be A PhaseMrs. Larks dropped the coffee pot.“Timothy Jackson Larks, take that shirt off this instant!” She spluttered, her eyes frozen on the words ‘phase’. “How dare you! It’s…lewd! It’s obscene! Take it off!” “No,” Tim said, and sat down. His. „Das meinte er: dass er Dir was gespritzt hat. Eine Spritze gegeben."Oh Ben, dieses Schwein. Ich konnte mir genau vorstellen, wie er dieses Wortspiel genossen hatte. Es dem Mann seiner Fickpartnerin quasi unter die Nase gerieben hatte. Innerlich hatte er sich wahrscheinlich ausgeschüttet vor Lachen. Ich stieß hervor: „Ja stimmt, das hat er."Das Schlimme war, dass ich zugleich daran denken musste, wie mich Ben durchgefickt hatte. Und das war genauso erschreckend wie erregend. Ich spürte schon. I heard a second crack, followed by a shriek of pain, and excitement continued to build. Suddenly, the fact that my own sister was giving me oral sex, and that she was getting punished, was incredibly arousing. As the third stroke hit Amy, I orgasmed so intensely, that the guard could never have accused me of faking it. Amy looked up, wet faced, and I could tell she was relieved and horrified at the same time.Amy: I couldn’t understand Nat at all, even though I was grateful. How could she be.