"What! How dare you!"
I had opened Sir Raymond's bedroom door without knocking. He was, after all, not yet at home and now that I had Sandy in my power, I saw no need for such politeness or pleasantries. The bedside light was on and Sandy was already tucked up in bed. It was not as if she was in any way exposed like she might have been had she been coming fresh from the shower. The bed clothes hid the whole of her body with just her head visible. Bed clothes can be weighty but with the central heating on, all that weighed her down was a satin sheet - and, indeed, Joe. I was not surprised to find him there.
Joe was atop Mrs Flanderlyng, properly on top and probably, moreover, engaged with her and performing that conjugal act reserved for Sir Raymond's penis. His head turning to me as I walked across the room, the thick carpet beneath my feet, "Oh, fuck off, won't you."
Their eyes were on me as I came closer and felt under the sheet. As I had surmised, Joe was not anally embedded, his pleasingly wet and firm cock was in her vagina.
"Tut, tut, Joe. I thought my instructions were clear."
"Stop, fucking doing that."
My fingers were stroking him, stroking the wet shaft of his penis whilst his knob was still embedded. I stopped but my fingers slid around his balls, his twin eggs in my hand. I tugged and of course he came out of Sandy. He could do nothing else. I had him in the palm of my hand.
"Fuck you," he pulled and was both free and across the room in a trice.
"Going somewhere?" So funny. Joe completely naked and with his penis at full stand, wincing a little from having pulled his balls from my hand and reaching for the door knob. He could not go through; he had no clothes on and there were other staff in the house. His clothes were by the bed - under my feet as it happened. He was going nowhere.
"Give me my clothes," his voice plaintive whilst quavering with anger. It made his cock tremble. That amused me.
"I think you have misunderstood, Joe. You and Sandy are in just a bit of a pickle. Sir Raymond will be home in an hour and a half. You've seen his text from the airport. Your employment, your continuing relations with Sandy hang on me, and Sandy hardly wants Sir Raymond to know where your little cock has just been, do you Sandy? Now come back here, like a good chap, and let me explain one or two things to you both."
I was sitting on the bed, my back to Sandy, watching Joe. I lifted and cupped my right hand, just at the right height. Joe glared at me, said that rude word again, and then clearly made a decision. He knew what to do. Slowly, so reluctantly, he came back across the carpet, not quite dragging his naked feet. Inches from me, he raised himself up on his toes and then slowly lowered himself. It was the most perfect surrender, Joe lowering his hanging balls into the palm of my hand. So soft, so delicate and so vulnerable. My palm slowly closed as my fingertips pressed in above the testes, holding the sack of his scrotum like an old-fashioned draw string purse in my hand.
"Now, I said it this afternoon. Sandy needs to practice bottom fucking - sodomy - ready for Sir Raymond's birthday in a fortnight's time. He will come into the bedroom that night, we'll be on the yacht in St. Malo, and find you, Sandy, spread on the bed, bottom under two pillows and, to emphasise, your anal availability, with a 'butt' plug inserted. I am sure Sir Raymond will enjoy pulling that out and, so to speak, opening his birthday present. It'd be nice to have you, Sandy, tied as well, with rope or red ribbon like a birthday present might be bound. But that would raise the question who had done the tying and Sir Raymond has not yet asked me to perform that duty!"
I smiled - I rather liked the thought of that, preparing Sir Raymond's wife for him. Artistically arranging her, perhaps sometimes bound, sometimes painted even. How would he like to find her with another women, a young Chinese girl perhaps, bound together in a very compromising position and have the pleasure of them both as they wriggled together? How amusing to receive a text from Sir Raymond specifying how he would like his wife prepared for him when he got home, or simply a curt, 'surprise me.' An additional job for me in providing sexual variety and surprise for him.
"And you need practice," I paused, "doesn't she Joe? You will both practice whenever possible. There is to be no cumming, Joe, for the next week except in Sandy's bottom - at least from tomorrow. You understand Joe? This little penis..." It had softened whilst I had held his balls but was rising again betraying his excitement at what he would be doing to Sandy. I had the measure of him. He hated me, hated how I had him in my power, yet so wanted to fuck Sandy in the arse. He could not help himself. I tapped the shiny knob with the forefinger of my free hand. I loved the way he winced at my touch. "This little cock... will only be squirting your cum into Sandra's bottom. You understand?" My finger stroked slowly around his urethral opening, it was all slippery with his pre-cum and Sandy's wetness. "You understand?"
"Yes, fuckin' stop that." I ignored him. My finger kept sliding round and round.
"I'll help when I can, but I think a couple of practices with Joe's little cock before we try mine for size." A smile at them both. "Sir Raymond is, after all, not a little man at all, is he Sandy?" I turned to look at her. She shook her head, her face expressionless. "But," I said, "perhaps not tonight. I think I mentioned a little suck, this afternoon. Come on Sandy, come and suck Joe's penis. Come on."
Sandy got off the bed, her actions reluctant but she did them all the same.
"Kneel, girl," I said. I loved being able to tell them what to do. Loved having them both in the palm of my hand - the two of them, Sandy and Joe figuratively: but literally in Joe's case, having him in the palm of my hand, his soft, delicate 'family jewels' clasped by my fingers. I am not gay, though you might have wondered, a bit, if I swung a little? I don't, in fact, Joe's was the first penis I had held, other than my own (of course), but there was something rather good about sliding my fingers down his knob and fully retracting his foreskin as I lowered it to kneeling Sandy's mouth. A vicarious enjoyment, like voyeurism but with the sense of touch and involvement as well.
"That looks nice, Sandy, I'm almost tempted to have a little suck myself," I glanced up at Joe, "Would you like that? Me sucking your knob whilst Sandy sucks mine? No?" I pushed the shiny knob towards Sandy, holding his foreskin back and stretched, stroking her lips with it, smearing his pre-cum across her soft lips. "Come on, Sandy, open up, it's not as if you haven't sucked it before."
She did as she was told. Nice for Joe but I could see from his face he was not exactly completely and blissfully happy despite having her lovely lips all around his cock. He really did not like the way I started moving his foreskin as Sandy sucked.
"It must be funny for you, Joe, not knowing if your ejaculation will bring sweet pleasure or pain. And you are going to come soon aren't you Joe? Nothing much you can do about it." My grip tightened around his balls as I moved his foreskin steadily up and down.
"Stop doing that!"
