"Oh...it's just s**tter-brained ol' me," she said. "You know how I am...well, listen, I'll get with Tom and check if he's already got something planne... for tomorrow or not, okay?" Sure. Let me know, all right?" I replied. She said she would. I got off the phone as quickly as I decently could. I was afraid my voice would reveal the pain I was in.Half an hour later, Connie called back and apologized. Tom had obligated himself to play in a poker game at a neighbor's house. Connie was just as sorry. She tugged on the chain and the man gulped. “Yes Mistress?” he nodded. “Remind me, slut, what we decided last night.” He nodded again. “Yes Mistress.” Mistress Trixy kicked the naked man’s knees apart to expose his cock which was jutting upward, hard and erect, and bouncing against his tight belly as she moved him. “We decided,” he gulped, as she kicked his inner thigh hard, “that I should be punished.” “Yes Peter,” Mistress Trixy nodded. “You spilt your filthy sticky cum all down my legs. She followed him up the staircase reluctantly at first, and then feeling the spark of arousal igniting in her loins, with more haste, until on turning on the first landing she realized she was right on his heels.He laughed that casual laugh of his, and her heart fluttered a tiny bit. "Can we use your parent's bathroom?" He asked with a certain confidence."I ... I guess," she answered, feeling guilty, but of what she didn't know.Joe locked the master bedroom door behind them. Val's eyes widened. He said that it was the same with Jen, she'd got a little thing put in her arm so that she wouldn't get pregnant.Thinking about Jen enjoying getting a hot load of cum inside her was quite a turn on - I knew she probably did as most girls do that these days, but to hear it for definite was a quite plus for potential fantasies. Still gutted that my mate was fucking her and I wasn't, and of course that meant that he'd seen everything that was under that skimpy evening number she had worn on our.