"Please," he says. Open hand gestures towards my couch. I drape myselfcarefully, knees pressed tight. I try to tug the hem over my knees, butthe skirt...'s not quite long enough. I see him staring at my legs.It's been a week, two since he stopped me. I can't imagine -- no, I'mafraid I can -- what he wants here. I'm scared. Whatever I have donebefore, whenever, whoever I held to me -- not many, not none -- I havedone willingly. I can't lie. Confused, sure. Too much to drink.Hesitant, halting. Maybe. Then there were the Spiritualists,” Marcy continued, still holding Shelby to her bosom.“So ... the founder of Scientology?” I asked for clarity’s sake.“Yes, that very same man. He was one of many, of course. Moses, Jesus, Zarathustra, Mohammed, among others. All started well, but were affected by their conviction of their own righteousness. Most major religions started with a Lawgiver who lost it, but the Kings of Heaven kept trying to limit contact while using their man. My new Master is a bit. "I kissed her passionately opened my mouth and our tongues met. This moment was incredible. Our tongues started to wrestle and my hands went down her back to her firm little ass. I kneaded her butt and noticed that she was wearing a plug.This aroused me in such a way that I just wanted to fuck her but this time in a gentle way. But first I had to do something. I broke the kiss and Melissa watched me sadly."Melissa, everything's ok... I loved that kiss and we will kiss again, but first I have to. But the pressure he put himself under onlyexcited him further. He remembered a time at college when he had attendeda lecture wearing lacey panties only to find he couldn't control himselfand-Shit. Standing before Kelly, cum started to leak out.She laughed. "Get dressed before you have an accident."But it was too late. The panties were filling with cum. And now he wasstuck wearing them, his deflating penis suprisingly comfortable in thewarm, wet fluid."Wait," she said, and returned moments.