She handed it to Miss Priscilla."Aunty, will you do the final honours?"Smiling coldly, Miss Priscilla took the proffered handkerchief.Consternation cr...ssed my face. I had enjoyed the lovely Helen tormenting me,but now this fearsome old spinster was going to finish me off!She swiftly wrapped the handkerchief round my erection, which had begun towilt somewhat at the prospect of the old woman taking over. But when shebegan vigorously working her gloved hand up and down me, hardness and. He then proceeded to remove the collar from around her neck, knowing that she wasn't ready to out in it yet, before leading her out of the door. *A few hours later, as they made their way out of the pub, talking and laughing, he suddenly stopped and turned to her."Are you ready for your punishment now?" He asked.She stayed quiet, unsure of what to say. She'd been hoping that he had forgotten about her lateness, but clearly he hadn't."Well?". So I leaned down and put my head and hands in it. No no no, not like that he says. Your face needs to point up at the ceiling he says. Oh I see I said as I turned around and laid the small of my back across the stool and laid back, my hands at either side of my head in the holes. He slowly closed the block and with a click I heard it lock into place.Almost as soon as I was locked in the block he put his cock to my face. Of course I opened my mouth but was unable to move beyond that. He fucked. The really amazing thing was that you couldn’t even tell that I’d been getting the fucking of my life only a half hour before. Except maybe around my eyes, which looked like they’d just been shown the keys to the universe. Maybe that’s what made the shot so perfect. I realized that I was kind of stalling. The pictures were a bonus and had nothing to do with the vengeance I was planning to wreak on Billy Whittier. I gathered my courage, my breath and the camera and headed towards Uncle Mitch’s.