I lay bound spread eagle on mistress Helen's bed totally immobilized and for the first time during the session I started to feel afraid. The moment my mistress had mentioned cbt I got very nervous and anxious because I didn't think I could handle it. I had never tried that activity before, and having it done to me while I was bound and helpless frankly scared the crap out of me!
I lay there on the king sized bed looking up at my mistress with a raging boner. She was still holding my dick in her hand and I was aroused as hell even though we had only just started. She had a tight grip on my dick as if it were a prized possession and she squeezed it as she examined it in her hand. "You have a very nice dick Dean I'm impressed and I don't usually impress too easily,"
Cal turned his back and walked back into the hallway, he heard Lara close the door after a minute and follow behind. The first thing he did was to grab Lara's phone and make sure to turn it off and put it on the table.
'No more recording things in hiding and getting me in trouble. But she wants to bet huh, wonder what other tricks she has up her sleeve.
Cal and Lara entered the Supermarket. She had made him wear a cap partially covering his face - which raised several alarms in Cal's mind - before entering the mart hand in hand, Cal had tried to wrest his hand free but Lara held on to him with an iron grip and gave him a threatening glare to silence his protests. They got a trolley and went about buying items from the list Jenna had left behind.
Cal continued to toil away at his chores zealously in the hopes of completing them early and earning some well deserved free time. No matter how many character flaws Lara and Jenna had to complain about Cal's behavior, no one could ever call him lazy or unmotivated. He was the kind of person who strove to achieve excellence in whatever he put his mind to. It just so happened that he was currently striving to suck and clean Lara's used panties and complete all his chores efficiently.
Frank Van Olden was depressed. Once again his perpetual shaky financial circumstances dictated that he had to spend another long year as a Resident Assistant in the dorms at Concordia College. He was not looking forward to it. His experiences over the past three years on this duty had been a never ending parade of dealing with vomiting drunks, three am fist fights and combating the perpetual stink that only young men can create when living away from home for the first time and having no concept of what a trash can is used for.
Raj came out of the kitchen sweating profusely. It was about noon. Food was ready for him and his mother-in-law. His wife had already left for work. As Raj sank in the chair, wiping his face with an apron, he thought of how his life had changed in the last few months. In a way, he was more fulfilled than ever. However, he also asked himself if this was the life he wanted.
We'd been sat in the attorney's office for the past few minutes. The attorney in question, Mr Andrews, was at his desk, shuffling through some papers. Over the phone, he'd made clear that our attendance was not necessary and he could forward the paperwork to us, however, my mother had insisted. "I want to see the look on her face when she gets nothing," she'd said with glee, while arguing over the phone.