It got better “ Your my bitch now, the collar stays on, the bell lets me know where you are, or how much effort your putting in when cleaning, or su...cking and rimming me.”Would you like to wank yourself for Master?” He grinned”Oh yes please Sir” I begged.”Spread your legs wide and wank” he said.Two strokes as I slipped it out of the silk panties had my clit spurting a months worth of cum. I cried as the feeling of relief hit me. My Master smiling at his bitch giving herself up.He told me to. Bernard tried to look down at the floor, as he was supposed to, but the sound of her heels rapping on the locker room floor only served to conjure the same image in his brain as if he was looking straight at her.“Do hurry,” Tsai Linn urged. “You make me late, too.”“Cha! No worry. We blame stupid round-eye.”Bernard looked up. Liu Wei had kicked off her shoes and was pulling on a pair of sheer black stockings, fastening them to the girdle she used to try to control her pudgy waist. His cock was. As we dressed for breakfast, I told Jack that the one disadvantage of camping was the prospect of separate showers. We laughed together.We were downstairs preparing breakfast when the doorbell rang. It was Pam and John. They came into the kitchen looking very happy and satisfied. We had seen Becky going inside as we returned from our run. They had their arms around each other only separating long enough to give us each hugs.John said, “What are you doing today?”Jack replied, “We are packing for. .. misadventure. Does this alter your response?"The voice was dead cold; I couldn't keep on being coy."All right," I said, "let's say I am Jack Heyward—" Yes, let us say that," came that frigid voice. "You see how easily two men of intelligence may resolve such minor questions when they reason together?"I didn't say anything."And while we are saying that you are Jack Heyward, let us also say that, as Jack Heyward, you have a certain ... talent of which I wish to avail myself. Now: you know who.