When you feel the need to cum, you must ask me for permission. I may or may not give it to you, however. You will have to convince me you truly need t...o. Understand?" "MASTER, PLEASE! I, I can't! I just can't!" she said, turning several shades of red as she looked at the cock vibrator in his hand. "Miss Bell, do you or do you not want to explore your submissive side?" "I do, Professor, but this..." "Then I suggest you do as I say, otherwise I may have to find another subject who is more. I told her, “Aunty, get ready.”She said stop calling me aunty. “I’m only 10 year’s older than you. Call me chechi or something.” I said, “Okay aunty. I mean sorry chechi.” And we laughed at it. Then she got ready and locked the door. I hopped on my bike and we started going to my house.On the way, there was a traffic jam. Then they told me that the bridge may fall down the cause of the heavy flow of water. They were only letting one car or two bikes at a time. We waited for some time and then I. Kind of surprised myself. While he was recomposing himself, I pulled his pants to his ankles, looped large tie wraps around his thighs and had his hands secured to those loops with tight tie wraps and ran a couple lengths between his wrist so he could have some movement. His hands were right above his dick, so I said play with that joy stick while you watch me satisfy YOUR gorgeous wife. Her pussy was puffy and swollen from her attempts to self satisfy. I couldn't resist burying my tongue into. She smiled triumphantly while fishing a piece of gum from the candy drawer. Mission Accomplished she thought. Erica headed out of the kitchen and into the living room on her way to the stairs. She had nearly reached the bottom step when a noise behind her made her jump nearly out of her skin."You must think I'm an idiot." said a familiar voice.Erica, now pale as a ghost, turned to see her husband Victor sitting in his recliner in the corner of the unlit living room. "I..." "I..." she.