“You’re doing so good baby! See, all that pain and suffering paid off! A-ah, ooh fuck baby I’m going to be getting close soon, can you stay soft...for me? Can you do that for, ah, for me?” She moaned hard, squeezing him as she laid into him.“Y-yes!” He cried back, feeling his entire body shake with the power of her thrusts, recalling the pain and suffering she had put him through to ‘help him’ to achieve their goals.—–“A-ah!! P-pleeease! What was the safeword?!” Carter whimpered out cutely,. The end of the day was almost here, the dread and anticipation weighed heavily on me like my chastity device did, my leash now dangled aimlessly, I was like a stray dog. I timidly approach the door and knock lightly. I hear the headmisstress and her sharp tone "You may enter". No-nonsense and straight to the point she informs me "I saw to it, out of the kindness of my own heart, but also for legal liability reasons, that did not allow you to walk the long distance home naked. I have given some. She told me, ‘Jeff Wilson, what am I going to do with you?’ ‘Whatever you want,’ I laughed. Joe, her husband was a friend of mine. Even though I liked Rita, I would never do that to Joe. Besides, Rita was kind of a flirt but I honestly believe she was faithful to Joe. They did make a nice couple and they had two kids. ‘Oh, Jeff, I forgot to tell you. Julie Prouse, or should I say Juliette Price is going to be there too. Just thought I would tell you. So, I guess we’ll have a few paparazzi. ‘She went to the ladies’ room,’ his mother said. ‘She looked unwell, poor girl,’ Grams added with concern. Sean felt the irritation kick up upon seeing the indignant tilt of his mom’s head. She might as well have thought balloons floating above her. Why should Ana feel ill? Is her daddy in here too? Her notorious impatience was no excuse–one of the traits Grams insisted they shared. Her being in a constant state of fright for hours was no excuse. Ana didn’t have to be here. She didn’t have to.