.." was my lowmoan and she laughed saying I'd get a lot of that. Standing up she returnedto the closet and removed a catstuit and a par of leather 4"i...ches heelsboots laced in the back. "Dress it up you've 10 minutes" she saidleaving and locking the door. There I was, alone again, exposed, trapped insidea comfy but all sealed room, hostage of a wannabe Mistress. I tested my collarand realized I'd never remove it, maybe would be better to obey. I began todress the latex suit and surprisingly it. He continued to massage my shoulders, and after a while, his hands migrated lower to the small of my back. No guy had ever touched me where he was touching me now, and I could feel myself begin to get wet. All too soon, though, he brought his hands back up to my shoulders. “How are you feeling? Is this helping at all?” he asked. “Mhmm” was all I could muster. He laughed, and moved his hands to my sides, right by my breasts. And I got chills again. I had absentmindedly pulled my hair back over. I squeezed her right tit harder than I had squeezed Vicky’s... digging my nails into the soft flesh. Cathy let out a muffled yelp but kept her mouth kissing and sucking the wet pussy before her. I was getting excited… I did not want a repeat episode with what had happened with mum, so I pulled mum's head off my cock. She let out a soft groan. My cock was covered in her saliva and spit. “Enough… time for some cherry popping...” All three females let out a sound, each different depending on what. That it overlooked a small park and had a small Italian bistro on the ground level did not hurt its location either. ‘Make yourself comfortable. I will go and see if I can find you a shirt to put on while we throw yours in the laundry. Un moment.’ Samantha took him at his word and looked around. The large square table, surrounded by the couches had all manner of things on it. Notebooks, loose papers, dishes, books and magazines, a couple of laptops, iPods and some other things she was not.