"Oh God, yes. I'm a whore for cock," I told her, hoping she would quickly penetrate me and end the teasing. And then I felt the cock at my entrance. F...r a moment I sensed that something was different, as this cock plunged into me. I felt so conflicted and betrayed."No, please don't make me do this. I'm not gay," I pleaded with herWe had never discussed this, but as the real cock in my ass began to move more deeply, I found myself responding, truly like the cock whore I'd become. He continued to. For that statement, we shall continue." Yes, Mistress," Janet answered fitfully.Again, Janet expected to be gagged. Instead, Andrea produced a pair of nipple clamps from inside her leather bra."Rather a good place to store these," said Andrea.Janet winced as they were applied to her erect nipples, excited by her nakedness and discipline."Janet, you really have become a good girl. You have become used to the clamps, aren't you?" Yes, Mistress," Janet answered.Hanging up the whip, Andrea then. “If you don’t talk to me I’ll have to cover it up.”I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as she laughed that deep throaty laugh. My cock was twitching like crazy, trying to make an erection in my tight jeans. I felt like a schoolboy who had just been caught jerking off in the john. I wanted to apologize but her freedom about the matter stopped me cold. She knew what she was doing to me with her body and just plain didn’t give a damn.Her left hand lay in her lap and her index finger was idly. John was the first one that said anything and it was “What the fuck dave? What are you wearing and why?” I can explain. First I need to get a glass of wine. I asked, do you need anything to drink? I got my glass of wine and brought John a clod beer and seat down across from him. He asked me what was this dressing all about and why? I told him all about it. The last thing I ask if he was ok with me and dressing. Then I asked him what happen tonight with him and his wife. He told me that his wife.