"Is this how you did it?" she said."No."I finally let my robe fall to the ground, standing before her in heels and stockings."This is."I leapt onto th...e massage table and straddled Maxwell's face. Obediently, he put out his tongue and I gasped. Karissa looked up at me with her green eyes bulging. Her right hand was passing over Maxwell's rippling abdomen while her left was stroking his cock, almost instinctively."This is wrong," she said."You're not... ah... you're not stopping," I said between. I looked one more time at mynails. I held my hand away from me and spread my fingers, looking at myhands the way a girl would. Then Mother soaked a cotton ball with thenail polish remover and cleaned the polish off my nails. I was amazedat how quickly the polish came off. The whole time, she was jokingabout how pretty my nails looked and what a shame it was to take thepolish off. I was nervous because I worried that if there were anytraces left, it might be spotted by someone, and then. My balls were pulled down, and away from my body, and separated. There was no way I could come through the tightness of the strap. Master said, "Pull your shorts up, slave. Do you always leave your pathetic dick hanging out at other people's houses?" I pulled the shorts up, working the front of them over my turgid cock. My shorts looked like a tent, held up by its phallic pole. Master then said, "Well you two, I want you to walk around the block. The long block on my side of the street. Walk. Another guy was there too, leaning over the bar and blowing into her ear, it looked like, or maybe he was just whispering sweet nothings. Whatever he did, Debbie seemed to be liking it just fine."You're a bad man, Frank." I grinned up at BMF and he didn't get my joke at all, but he still smiled."Try one of these, baby." He held a little pink pill in between his huge thumb and forefinger, making it look even smaller."What is it?" I asked him."Ecstasy. Good stuff. You gonna trip on it." He put it.