Even with him not touching me I felt the way I was being punished. I felt the hot wetness on my own desire dripping from between my legs and knew that...he would be watching for that. Could I stop it if I wanted or was I too far gone? Did I want him to see it so that I got punished? Those two simple words rattling around my head 24 hours a day – “Punish me”. Do I live for me, for him, for sex or for the sweet pain. I know that my pain is not excessive, it is not scarring mentally or. "Carlos just washed them two days ago." He did a terrible job. They're grimy."She shrugged, but her expression showed me that she thought I was daft,for, in truth, the windows were clean enough. "I'll need help gettingthe ladder outdoors," she said. "It's cumbersome and heavy. Someoneneeds to keep the ladder steady, too, while I'm using it."I rolled my eyes, as if her comments were asinine. In a long-sufferingtone, complete with a put-upon expression, I relied, "I'll assist you."Indeed, my. Have them contact me to talk about things. I’ve got to touch base with Stanley and a couple of other parties first. Also, to make sure they feel happy about this I’ll try to get them approved to be junior partners as well as employees. That should give them some feeling of job security.”“Good thinking. For legal reasons they can’t talk to you during their working day. But I’ll email you their contact details and times.”“Good idea. Here’s KK, she wants a word too.”She takes the headset from Kyle. I stood behind Cody as I helped him off with his gown, then he did the same for me. We could feel the tension as the women realized what we were going to do for their entertainment. I had my hands behind my head to maximize the sexual pleasure as Cody licked my nipples with no other contact, an absolute buzz with sixty women watching as I made eye contact with some of them.We stood side-on to our audience, we wanted them see the full length of our erections, Cody was still licking my nipples as.