”I opened my mouth to argue but realised it was pointless. I was in their hands and nothing I could do to stop these women having their fun with me....I gritted my teeth, flick, flick, two strokes across my shaft, sending it swinging. Flick, one underside of the head, followed by two more across the tip and one final stinger across the head and again I cried out, though the sensation was part pain and part electric excitement. “Go to your room and wait there,” Aunty instructed me.I clambered off. Her friend Caitlyn opened her slim parcel to discover musical scores, bound in leather, for English Church Organ Music. Her siblings received assorted Belgian chocolates, exotically made and beautifully presented with many containing varieties of liqueurs.Her gift to her hosts, Denise and Bart, revealed an Irish cut glass punch bowl complete with eight silver plated goblets and ladle. She kissed them both on their cheeks and said “I hope you like these. They say a special and permanent ‘thank. I felt used. Laughed at. Teased. Had she gotten the fuck I had come for? I felt ridiculous sitting in Scott’s living room with a collar and a leash. I wasn’t sure why, but I started to cry. Quietly. I felt hopeless. I hadn’t gotten what I wanted. I was aching inside and then I’d probably disappoint my husband to boot. After some time Scott walked back into the room and sat on the couch to look at me. He snorted, “I fuck someone else and you cry? Or are you crying because you ate. She pulled them up her tanned, fit legs until they cupped the bare naked mound of her sex. She lowered herself onto the foot of the bed, pulled her heels up to the mattress, and spread her knees wide. Leaning back on her left elbow, she gazed into the mirror over her dresser and watched the slender middle finger of her right hand trace her magic slit through the thin layer of soft white cotton. Suzanne moaned when her fingertip found the hood of her clit, her eyes focused on the growing wet.