“Jim I know you want to talk to Stacy but now isn’t a good time. She knows about what we did. I’m sorry, it’s my fault but when we got in the ...inivan she noticed my bra and torn panties on the floor. If I had remembered they were there I would have delayed her getting in until I hid them. But the way everything happened so fast….” her voice trailed off.“Uh oh” I said quietly.“Yes she’s been crying her eyes out since the ride home. I tried to tell her it was all my fault and only because I’ve. Several times she'd mentioned castration that I could recall, and Beverley - although a fair looking woman for her age, who had as I could plainly see maintained her figure far better than most - was one tough cookie. Believe me, a threat from Beverley wasn't to be taken lightly. But I think the lecherous side of my mind was doing all the real thinking that night.I didn't move though. I really do believe that in the back on my mind somewhere, I expected Beverley to produce a knife any minute. "I love how tight it feels on my cock."Mary climbed off me and pulled me to my feat, then she got down on all four on the floors, shaking that plump, beautiful ass at me. Her legs were parted and her freshly fucked pussy leaked a mix of our cum, running in whitish rivulets down her thighs. "Eat my ass, hun," she cooed. "Get me all nice and ready for your big cock."My cock wasn't that big, but it was nice hearing Mary say it was. Then again, Mary's only been with a few guys, so maybe she didn't. “I won’t tell you what to do. I will tell you what some options are, if you ask me for them,” She said. “I can gently remind you of what you can’t do if you try to do it,” she assured him politely. She was sure it wouldn’t take long before they got the hang of it and stopped asking her opinions.“What if we do it anyway?” Mark laughed.“Then that will be up to your father to decide if you need to be fitted with a chastity belt or not. I saw some very nice ones that were designed to fit boys,.