Because I knew what was coming.We watched a couple more that weren't as interesting, and drank a bit more and put most of our clothes back on in antic...pation of the "repair guy's" arrival. The way Nikki was touching and kissing me and moving her body, I could tell she was still super horny from our playtime, and dying for more. She was NOT looking forward to the "repair guy" interrupting our fun. Little did she know!The doorbell rang. 4:30pm. I got up and opened the door. He introduced himself. " Uh, sorry baby, we can carry on, I mean..." I can't be bothered. Fucking little boys! This has happened three times to me now. I said get those fucking fingers away from me! You don't know what you're doing with them anyway. Just go home. I might call you, but I wouldn't hold your breath."Curtis trudged out of the garden, exiting through the side gate. I felt a bit sorry for him; if I'd had access to a body like that as an 18 year old I probably wouldn't have just messed up the grass - I. If you are going to accept that you are my slave, and by being my slave, will accept all your deserved punishments. So, here’s the test. If during this punishment, that bra drops off your head, then I’ll know you’re not serious, and you really don’t want to continue. We’ll stop this game, and you’ll give me back my panities, and you can go back to being a lazy ass self, including not doing anymore of your homework. I’ll even let you take the easy way out now if you want.” She pauses for a. Mrs. Johnson in her corset, watching tiny Billy rubbing himself, giggling at him while he tried to bring himself off. Oh, Bill loved that feeling, all his life he searched for someone like Mrs. Johnson, he listened carefully to every woman's voice, and watched their eyes whenever he saw one get angry. Looking, always looking for that fire. And now he found her!He pressed play. Gabriella and Timmy resumed their drama."You know what a SISSY is, don't you, TIMMY?" Gabriella took her hand from his.