Yesterday he was too stressed out, and today doesn’t look much better. I’ll try and tell him today, or failing that I’ll tell him this evening.�...�“This evening?” I parroted back, “I didn’t know we were seeing him this evening.” My voice light and breezy, trying not to let my slight annoyance show. The back of my mind thinking back to all of Jill’s recent half-truths.“Sorry, honey. I must have forgotten to mention it. Chris asked if we could join him for dinner tonight. He said that after you and. It's real small and they took out the bed to set up a desk where I can do homework. C'mon Mr. Hamilton. I'll show you.The apartment was a sort of townhouse with a kitchen and combined living-dining room on the main floor. Limping slightly and hanging onto my arm little Barbie led me up the stairs. To the left at the top of the stairs was the small room she'd spoken of and true, it was very small. Directly ahead was a bathroom and to the right was the master bedroom.The master bedroom was the. While I was meeting Mr. JP and explaining to him how what was going happen in the theater, Master P taped me on the shoulder and tells me that he and Lin we’re going to head up the stairs to the hallway which housed the different rooms. Before Mr. JP and I had paid our admission fee to go into the back, Master P had disappeared with Lin, we scurried up the steps to try and catch up with them. Once up at the top of the stairs, you could see a hallway about 40 feet long with several doors on. Rosalind stood to the other side and gently touched his anus. Cavendish's cock throbbed. He took a deep breath and surrendered to the possibility of being cut. Rosalind didn't injure him there but did prick his buttocks in half a dozen places. The submission elicited by each prick was piquant. At each point the pain faded into the feel of a persisting mark of degradation, pushing him to a peak of arousal. This discharged some of his sexual tension but his cock remained rigid and hard.Rosalind.