Most of the City Hall employees had adopted the Barracuda Beach dress code for the party. Those that did not, wore sarongs for the most part. While I ...retended not to notice, as the evening wore on, I saw that most of the women had retied their sarongs to leave the top free and that two of them actually dropped then altogether to go for a midnight swim. Barracuda Beach has a rigid 'no clothing in the pool' policy.I had circulated a memo at City Hall in the beginning of the week, laying out some. "Don't you want to kiss mummy, baby hmmm?" she teased.I couldn't take my eyes off her clitoris as I struggled panting softly,leaning forward to get closer to her pussy."Do you want to kiss mummy baby? Tell me."I felt aroused in the most obscure way, yes humiliated too, yet seeingher like this aroused me terribly. So much so that my poor entrappedpenis was tingling wantonly, begging in its tight prison."Yss Mummy," I blurted out, my lips felt odd, thick, but I was unableto stop myself, I was. Dave much to her annoyance and frustration pulled out of her wet cunt and went to the window to take a look at what was happening outside.Susan went to the window with the intent to pull her son back to bed. So she could fuck his brains out.However Dave was watching an old woman in the street now.The old woman was backing away from two men.She was screaming at them to go away and leave her alone.The two men just kept approaching her.But the expressions on the men’s faces were very odd and they. She'd select my clothes for me, skirts and blouses, "sensible" underwear, clothes that she felt were suitable for a secretary or shop girl. I lived with the threat that she would tell the world, that Finch might accidentally discover me, that Finch had some gay friends that would be more than a little bit interested in me.During the day she had me sorting out the taxi firms paperwork, sitting at the kitchen table while she hovered nearby. Afternoons were spent either cleaning my flat if Finch.