"Why don't we check?" said Lady Miranda knowing full well what EdwinaDupree-Simpson wished to see." Hilarie raise your skirts and lower your pantalets..."Hilarie was panic stricken. He couldn't, not in front of MadameDupree-Simpson, she terrified him. "Oh no, please Aunt Miranda not here,please!" I won't tell you again Hilarie," said Lady Miranda her face darkeningwith anger.Hands trembling, he raised his skirt and petticoats, the reason forHilarie's reluctance became evident. Nestled between the. Looking around no one was paying attention to me, they were all busy talking or looking out the bus. I positioned my bag close to me and placed it length wise so no one could see anything but my head as I sunk down into my seat. Being horny, hot, and sweaty, I lost all sense of caring as I slid the straps of my sundress down and let my breasts fall out. My breasts were hot and had beads of sweat on them so I placed my drink of them. As soon as the cold dew from the bottle hit my exposed breasts. I felt ashamed and aroused all at once. It was probably a few hours later that the plug finally slipped from my ass as I started to doze. The glass plug thudded on the carpet and woke me from my daze. I could hear footsteps.She was gentle with me. She carefully lifted me and unlocked the handcuffs. She attached a collar around my neck followed by the click of a leash and guided me to her and Heather's living room. The blinds were open and it was dark out. I wondered if it was still. He did a good job. He used his finger in me while his tongue and lips handled my button.”“That eagerness is rare in inexperienced guys. You talked him into some light bondage with you already?”“No, it was an idea I had so that he couldn’t use his hands. His tongue would get all the practice. That conversation I’ll have once he’s home for summer. I am thrilled and well it’s satisfying, relaxing and last night was...” she looked around to make sure the kids weren’t close. “the best I’ve had since.