Allison, anonymous behind her mask and wig was sitting in an armchair watching him. June was standing beside her.“I think you know what’s expected...,” June said quietly. “Please don’t be concerned by my guest.”“No, of course, no Mistress,” Lionel’s stuttered response betrayed the way in which his expectations of the evening session had already been disturbed. Allison watched him closely, fascinated by the way he was reacting to instructions that were, on the face of it, simply polite. She talked of growing up and her friends then. Later it was about the friends she had in school but there were never very many because of the way she acted. Her shyness had been misconstrued or the other girls didn't think it worth the effort to find out anything further.With the tea drank Liz very tired even groggy. I helped her to the bathroom and reached underneath her dress and pulled her cotton panties down and sat her on the toilet. She cleaned herself and I picked the panties back up.. The old pervert smiled and opened the door further and let me see the show. His van was actually a portable sex parlor complete with a sex swing, a T.V. playing homoerotic porn, a rack of dildos, and a rack of lubes and condoms. “Wanna come in?” “Ok.” I stepped into the van and saw the slender young man was enjoying himself on a long vibrating dildo that was fixed to a jack stand–like contraption placed in the middle of the van floor. He was covered with semen and smelled like stale sex. . ” I said, and took her by her hands, both clasped in my large hand, and laid her face down on the bed. I pulled open the draw in a bedside table, and found a light scarf amongst a variety of other things, and tied her hands to the bedhead with it. “Oh yes, please…..ughhh..mmm….” was all she could say as I stuffed another scarf into her mouth and tied it behind her head. I had noticed how she had reacted to my slaps on her bottom before, so I thought that I would continue. Not too hard, just.