Alex is to straighten up

Alex closed his eyes and quietly pleaded to the forces plaguing him.

"Please, please, please. Please, I need to cum...I'm so close," he begged.

Unfortunate for him, he wasn't given his body back. The most he could manage was a tremble of need. Suddenly, the clothes **** him to sit up and place his heeled feet back on the ground. The movement of his body sliding sent chills of desire through his body causing a shudder but the pleasure was short lived.

Alex stood and turned, looking at the state of the bed. He found himself leaning over and picking up the blankets. He gathered the fabric and made the bed. He was **** to put everything in the room in order until it was nice and tidy. Walking brought a problem to his attention, as his supple thighs grazed his panties. Each step caused a tiny wave of arousal that tormented him. Not only was he denied his orgasm, he wasn't allowed to calm down. When he didn't think things could get worse, he picked up a duster and turned toward the door.

"No, no please don't," he squeaked as he opened the door.