. put your mouth...” Phil trailed off, unable to finish.“Alright, I’ll tell you what. No mouth. But I can see that you must be very uncomfortabl...e down there. So just let me help you out. Sound fair?” Jess said.“Ma’am...” Phil said, but Jess could tell he was wavering.“It would mean a lot to me, Phil. That big, bad man over there-” - she gestured to me, the big bad man wearing a cock-cage and butt plug - “said he’ll punish me if I don’t make sure everyone is pleasured tonight. You wouldn’t want. "Go ahead!"Bailey bobbed on my cock, but she never closed her lips and seemed to try to keep her tongue away."Come on!" I said irritated. "You can do better than that." I'm trying," she insisted."Like this!" I grabbed her head in two hands and forced her mouth deeply up and down on my cock pressing it on top of her tongue. It felt much better. "Now you do it."I released her head and she was better. Sort of."Close your lips tighter around my cock," I instructed.She didn't change what she was. The girls weren’t in bed the way they should’ve been. They’d changed into pyjamas and were now both wrapped in their dressing-gowns and kneeling on the window-seat with their noses pressed against the double-glazing.I coughed loudly – hinting that they weren’t where they were supposed to be. All the girls did was glance at me and then stick their noses back against the glass. Percival heaved himself up onto his place at the foot of Bec’s bed and did a tired half-circle to trample the covers. Bottom," I repeat slowly, trying to leave no room for misunderstanding."You've never done it?" he asks, looking highly skeptical even as the words leave his mouth.I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. It's something I'd rather not think about, but he's just not going to let this go. "Yes, fine. A couple of times, when I was a 16-year-old twink and didn't know any better than to let some middle-aged closeted asshole tear my ass to shreds."I open my eyes again and he's still inches.