I was trying so hard to stop myself. I was sobbing, no pride left at all, so desperate to not cum without permission when she finally relented and tol... me to cum for her. I gushed around her fist, it was like I pissed myself. As I came down she was laughing, pulling slowly out of me and kissing my back stroking my neck, telling me what a good pet I was, what a good girl. I am ashamed to admit, with every bit of praise, a shot of pure joy shot through me. She unbuckled her belt and dropped her. In the place where my plain cotton shortswould have sat was a small pile of brightly coloured, lacy garments.Someone, most likely Ms Bryson, had crept into my room in the night andreplaced my normal male underwear with an assortment of lace boy-shortsin different colours. On top was a pair in garish neon pink, withother pairs in white, red, black, baby blue, primrose yellow and darkpurple underneath.I thought for a second about what to do. I could shout for Ms Brysonand demand a return of my. ..?” I whispered. “So fat it might hurt a little at first,” she replied honestly. “You’ve got a tight little pussy that needs a good stretching, don’t you?”“Fuck yes,” I panted, “tell me more.”“It’s eight inches in length with a nice sized cockhead,” she cooed. “Guaranteed to rub your cervix just right.”“Fuck yea,” I moaned.“And he’s got some nice big full balls for you too,” Claire tempted. “I need it!” I begged. “Show me where you need it,” she demanded. I quickly slid two fingers into my. Still out of breath, he pants: "how about we use one of those recently purchased condoms?" I raise an eyebrow. "I thought you were having fun?" He chuckles. "Sure I was. Even though you weren't doing your best really."I have to admit, that stings a little. I am trying, having him fuck my hand is weird enough already! I think Milan saw my hurt, because he immediately adds a wink to make it less painful."But," he continues, "we have an whole evening still. Don't want to stop the fun that soon!"I.