..damnit, over the head of my*cock* to catch the spunk. His hand moved up and down my shaft faster andfaster until I cried out, ejaculating into the ...andkerchief. I wasgasping, shaking as I came down from my orgasm, Helmut holding me tightlyand kissing the top of my head as I did so. Eventually he released me,going over and pulling the chamberpot out from under my bed. He droppedthe handkerchief into this then took another from the small pile Gerda hadleft on my bedside table to wipe his. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized as she finished locking the door. “We’re closed and I’m not sure if we’ll be open at all today.” It was clear she was in a hurry, as she moved to walk past them to the lone car parked on the side.“Miss, I can’t help but notice something’s got you terribly worried,” Rennie called to her as she began to walk by. “Marge told us last night that the diner would be open at six, and here it is well after seven.” He looked down and openly noted her name tag. “Lila, is. Can we see? Can they see? My God he thought what am I a freak for thecollective amusement of a room full of women. Then Shelia's mother said Ihave some exam gloves in my purse. Beth fetch my hand bag and a semen cup.Shelia explained to the group that "she is required to drink her spunk"after her milking. "She loves it." "Don't you dear?" Wilson did not sayanything, he was too embarrassed to speak. With his skirt still held up he"fetched" the purse and heard a women say she is used to carrying a. Her face though beamed withpride that she had truly shocked and surprised us.She went on to elaborate in more detail exactly how Sissy's "programme"worked out, and how we should treat "her." Jesse Cotton had obviouslyseriously rubbed them up the wrong way because I'd never known suchattention to detail in one of their cruel punishments. Worst still Iknew almost for sure the poor kid had been framed up. Whatever, they'dforced a full confession out of him and now that poor sucker was in forsuch a.