It was a good one and as Ive said, it went on for ages. Sixteen times I had to sit on a lap, some of them women, and every one of them played with my ...pussy and / or my tits. I came twice more before my ordeal was over, well that part of it. Finally it was over and I just hoped that Ryan would tell me to get dressed and say that word. He did tell me to sit down, but only while everyone discussed what the next game was going to be. I just sat there staring straight ahead, still naked. Ryan had. He came out into the kitchen, blond hair wet and striking blue eyes. His face was a little red. The robe was a little small. I hadn't realized how broad those shoulders were. No wonder his t-shirt was so frayed. As the boys ate, we made small talk. Ted found beer in the fridge and the two of them laughed about the ride. The pie was a hit. Steve said he hadn't had homemade apple pie since he left home 4 years earlier. Ted asked if he had never gone home. Steve answered, "To what? A. That goofy sitcom has been remade at least nine times in the last hundred forty years, and the last person who ran up to her and yelled "Marsha, Marsha, Marsha!" got a busted lip. Served him right.Mr. Scott gave each of my tits a final squeeze, patted me on the fanny, and then had eyes only for Marsha. Not that I can blame him; she's cute, and he has her for the whole hour without having to teach any subject. I wondered just what I'd see if I stuck around, but I couldn't. Duty to the team and. Cleaning up afterdinner just seemed natural. Plus, he didn't want to give her leastexcuse to make his punishment worse.He had just started scrubbing the pots he had used though, when he againfelt the first signs that the last suppository she had put in him wasabout to do its job again. Compared to the last few days, it had nowbeen a long time since he had last messed himself. Another welcomechange. But he could tell that that was about to change - and soon. Itseemed to happen more and more.