Just don't call me 'sir'. I work for a living." Old joke - you'll understand if you have ever been in the military. She smiled at my feeble attempt at... humour and retreated to leave the two of us alone in the remote alcove. As I mentioned, discretion.The curtain opened a crack and my Slave's face appeared. "Anyone around?" Nope." Though large and well-staffed the business was rather quiet other than a low piano concerto playing from hidden speakers. Otherwise, we were effectively alone, and my. .You lead me to the bathroom - a black marble wetroom. You stand me against the cold wall in the shower and hand me my favourite vibrator and instruct me to play with it and fuck myself. I can see myself in the full length bathroom mirror behind you - I am very horny. I am so turned on and daren't turn the vibrator on to full as I would explode in seconds and I want this feeling to last as long as I can bear. You are stood watching me enjoy myself. Your arousal is obvious and I want to please. "Give me some of that."Kate took a gulp, swirling it like mouth wash, winking at me. I gulped the rest greedily and she was on her knees, my still hard cock in her mouth, the scotch tingling my head as it numbed it slightly. After a second, she was back up. "That will make you last longer", she whispered in my ear as she pulled me over to bed again. She pushed me down and climbed over me, holding my shaft in her fingers as she climbe unto the saddle. She was no virgin, but oh so tight. When she. Lindsay, likewise, saw the leather-soled slipper that Bryony Parkinson held out for her to see. Lindsay looked down at the wooden floor. She knew exactly how much that innocent-looking slipper hurt.“Okay, girls. You know the routine. Knickers down, skirts up and reach right over each end of the box for us,” Miss MacKintosh said softly, but in a tone that left the girls in no doubt that there was no way out of the punishment.Both girls slowly reached under their knee-length skirts and pulled.