‘Yes Miss!’
‘Good boy. Now, what are we going to do about your problem, hmm?’
‘What problem Miss?’
‘That thing in your f*****g trousers.’
The girls laughed at him as he lay on the carpeted floor at their feet completely broken by Paige. Then Paige spotted the high heel boots in the corner that he had hastily discarded when they knocked at the door. She picked them up and brought them over to their supine victim.
‘Were you humping these boots when we arrived you f*****g pervert – answer me!’
‘No Miss, eh I mean I was not f*****g them just using them to stimulate me, Miss.’
‘Ha ha, that’s sounds like f*****g them to me. Who’s are they – your sisters?’
The girls all laughed.
‘They are my flatmate's boots, Miss.’
‘Eww gross – you f*****g pervert wimpy – what the f**k are you thinking
