There was something ... special ... erotic ... loving about how they set the coffee cups down and cuddled as we made love. They touched us both—bles...sing us. If nothing else had taken over the past twenty-four hours this had. And if the task was already complete...“How would you feel about twins, Lissa?” I whispered in her ear. I could feel her whole body shudder as she climaxed again.I got the call on Monday morning before I left for Doctor Bychkova’s class. I was to present my final proposal. “Sir.”I felt his cane on my bottom once more. I closed my eyes with dread but it only seemed to caress my bottom. When it was moved to the front, I felt Mr. Roberts lift my penis with the stick before letting it fall.“Bend over the desk, Davies.”I did as I was told. My bottom sticking out into the room; my eyes stared straight ahead and the plimsoll was to my left.Mr. Roberts stood next to me and bent over to whisper in my ear.“How many of these do you think you deserve, Davies,” his hand. You are screaming into the gag but only low muffles are able to sound as your mouth is packed tight. I pull your right wrist over and I soon have it cuffed to your left. You pull your arms apart to test the cuffs but there is no escaping. You whimper as I tighten the cuff's more and they dig deeply into your wrists. With your hands now bound I turn around and pin your legs together. I wrap several layers of duct tape around your ankles. Then I move to your knees and wrap several more layers. He seemed quite uncomfortable at me being here. As my eyes traveled down his body I saw that his pants were unzipped and that his cock was hanging out, shimmering wet and slowly losing its erection. He reached down and hastily began to stuff himself back into his pants. I looked back up at Miranda. Her eyes met mine, and my heart seemed to jump into my throat, but she made no acknowledgement of me and turned to face the boy. "Pay up, hun," she said, staring up at him through her eyelids and.