Lost bet

"You did very well, Pippa. As a reward, we've decided to let you eat out Mistress Lisa in the garden. I will video the whole thing for posterity, so make sure you do it well." Resounded Master Jerry's voice. "I shall lay out a blanket for you so that you don't dirty your clothes. I've asked the landlord to switch on the car park lights, so make sure you're quick and you might not be seen. The band's last set takes 30 minutes." He grinned wickedly as Mistress Lisa lay back on one of the tables and removed her panties.

"Get to it girl," She said: "I'm feeling good and randy!"
I knelt on the blanket and buried my face between her legs, working my tongue like a rabid animal, thrusting, probing and licking with a passion. She was soon bucking on my face as her cream covered my face in its sticky goo.

"Well done Pippa, you're becoming quite the expert. Now tidy yourself up. We've called that nice cab driver that brought us to Jackie and Jerry's earlier."
I knew what that meant and shuddered as I prepared myself for another mouthful of jism. Sure enough, the fare was paid in the same way, though this time Master Jerry caught it all on video. This time though, I managed to swallow the lot, even licking the residue from the drivers throbbing pink head. We arrived back at the house, I was led straight to the dungeon where I was cuffed to the wall, and left to ponder what was next.