‘I know all about Camp Kisatchie. All of it. I know about Patrice, and the canoe trips, Abby, skinny-dipping in the pool, and I know why that summer...was so special for Patrice. I know you were her first.’ I looked at him, waiting for a reaction, an explosion. He was stunned. I could see the unspoken word How? forming on his lips but he waited for me to continue. He wasn’t angry. Of course he wasn’t. Our love was so strong. Strong enough even to weather this—I hoped. He was being so patient with. The whipmasters stopped and slave pumpkinhead stepped back, pulling the dildo from her Mistress’ cunt, but the scream and wild thrashing continued on for several more minutes. Some of the people in the club were starting to chuckle or even laugh as the Mistress continued to wail and thrash.“Did I mention,” the emcee said with a leer, “that the cream used to lubricate the dildo contained an experimental drug that multiplies a woman’s sensations down there?” He gave another of his smirks. “I’m. ‘How would this Friday be for you? I’ll give you directions to my mother’s place, and then I’ll pick you up there, to take you to dinner.’ ‘Why Sam, are you asking me home to meet your mother already?’ She laughed, then continued. ‘That’d be fine. Don’t even think of trying to pay me. I’d be insulted.’ Sam gave her directions and finalized the details. They lingered with small talk, neither in a hurry to say goodbye. Afterwards, feeling energized, Sam headed to the basement weight room to work. I reach to take off my T-shirt when Mary barks, “We’re not interested in your top. Shown us your dick.” Well as I said, I’m a horny teen and the prospect of stripping off in front of five of the most desirable girls in school has my dick hard. I release my T-shirt and drop my shorts. They all laugh at my tented boxers. “And the rest,” orders Mary. My dick swings high as it’s released. Confidently Mary steps in and holds it. “Girls, Jo is going to have a HARD time taking this.” She strokes it a.