I met with her the next morning“Describe how Greg punished you.”“Greg has a punishment gown for both me and Tina. They are thin silk, and not mu...h longer than a shirt. We aren’t allowed to wear anything under the gown. Up until yesterday, Greg had us dress in the gowns just before bed. He would review our behavior for the day and ask if either of us thought that we deserved any punishment. So far, Tina had always been punished more.”“Does he have you watch when Tina is disciplined?”“So far, we. "Hi, honey," I said. "You remember Joe, don't you?" I'm obvious at times."Hi, Joe!" Hello, Barbara, fancy meeting you here! Cum here often?" Joe could be playful, too, it seems, for he had stressed the word cum, just so no one confused it with the other spelling.The ice broken, ha ha, we got right to it. Joe and I stripped, to Barbara's oohs and aahs, which were said rather hoarsely, if I recall. Before he and I could approach the bed, Barbara got up and came to us. Without saying a word, she. Well look at this''''ohhhh my god Henry wow he looks so young''''come here buddy that boy is gay and love big cocks he wont say a word to your wife''he told loud to his wife he had to help Henry and smile at me''im comming boy , keep some for me henry''in only 10 minute a car was there Henry had untie me and had me on a collar and walking me on a leash hands tied naked walking quit inside not to be seenwhen Frank got in i was infront the couch on my knees getting hold by the leash on his bbche. He swallowed a little and reached out, collecting one of the untouched bottles of wine from the counter and drinking deeply from it, his throat flexing as in a single long action he downed a full two thirds of the bottle, helping to numb the pain, lower his inhibitions and drown the voice in his head telling him he should try and fight. He knew it would be futile, and he knew if he tried to fight or flee, Brittany wouldn’t accept his request to go gently twice.“So um… How’re we doing this?” he.