Our host opened the back left door, and Randy entered, I followed, and the Master of the evening scooted in beside me, closing the door behind him. He...ran his hands under my arms, squeezed my chest and lifted me up on top of his lap. He reached around in front of me and unbuttoned my overcoat, my coat, and my shirt. His big powerful hands caressed my torso, squeezing me, showing me his physical power. His hips pushed upward ever so slightly as he felt me and stroked me. He ran his hands out. He tries to keep me from going down and grabs me by the waist as I fall side ways. At the same time, my hand hits the faucet that slows my momentum, he stabilizes me and the cold water hits us both. It’s like a slap in the face as I scream my discomfort and I cannot get the water off fast enough. As I catch my breath checking to see if both of us are still in one piece, and start to giggle. That could have been bad I say, and he just looks at me, like how I could doubt him when he had. John peered inside, then gave the Patriarch a confused look. “Nothing happened.”“Pick it up.” The vamp insisted. “And examine it.”When he did, John realized it was no longer the same gauntlet as before. It was slimmer, more flexible and had a shimmering black circle covering the back of it, from the knuckles to where the wrist began.“Put it on, and think ‘shield’.” The Patriarch instructed.John was amazed at how light it was as he pulled it over his fingers.Shield.In a blink, the circle. He usually thanked me politely when I did things for him.“Thank you, Master!” I said as he slid the butter stick right up Waverly’s ass as she marched in place. He had her under control now, and she was kicking her knees up high as she looked straight ahead. She scrunched her nose and wiggled her ass like it was ridiculous to have a stick of butter shoved up her rectum, but she let him fuck it right into her butt and spread her cheeks while marching in place so he could slide the butter up her.