Billy was sitting on the floor, watching her. His jockey shorts were tight, very tight, and his balls and cock were outlined. He leaned back, stretchi...g his legs out to emphasize the bulge of his cock and balls for his mother. He could see strands of her cunt hair sticking from the tight crotch of her panties.Donna was exciting herself this way for her son's viewing pleasure, having discovered he loved to watch her do things to herself. Finding this out was no real surprise to her, however. He. An ominous feeling was hanging in the air. My cockbegan to stir and expand. As it did, it was squeezed tightly withinits metal cage. It hurt. I glanced between Debbie's thighs andnoticed her cunt hair was glistening wet. We were each becomingaroused at the prospect of what was to come at the party.When our van stopped in the drive, servants opened our doors andassisted us out. They were dressed it tuxedos and top hats. Theirface revealed no reaction to our attire. We were motioned toward. "This," Niecy announced, "is the kennel. I had it put in special justfor my bitch doggie. And paid for it with money that used to be his."Shawna looked at the adequately large enclosure and noticed the muchsmaller cage inside. She wanted to know what it was for. Niecydetached my leash and told me to demonstrate why it was there. Iopened the tall door to the enclosed space, went to the barred crate,got my bare bottom aligned with the open door, and began to inchbackward into it. It took. He was confident that the ghost stories were the source of the staff’s ills, as working conditions were otherwise very good, and the department heads all had amicable relationships with their charges.He rode the elevator back up to the floor where his office was, giving the door from his dream a wide berth as he walked past it. There was still a cold draft coming in from the gap beneath it, perhaps there was a broken window in that room.As he entered his office, movement on one of the CRTs.