" Very good. Now you know your place."* * *After cleaning the breakfast dishes ("Scrape, then rinse!" sheinstructed, spanking me), La Se?ora Azotaina ...ragged me back to themaid's room."You are no good for maid in this house," she said. "Here, you cleanyourself. Shave," she pointed to my legs and roughly pinched my under-arms, "and use this," she gave me a bottle of depilatory, "foreverything else," she pointed to my body. "Shave face too. Then call,"she gave me a walkie-talkie. "Don't get. Well, not quite, but getting there. This I can do without shame, possibly because John is there and wants it to happen.“You want me to fuck you?” Lars asks. It’s more or less a rhetorical question.I smile and lean forwards, staring intently into the camera. Since Lars, according to John, has never seen a photo of me, and will never see me again, I’ve decided not to cover my face. That gives an added thrill. It’s John’s computer the pair are using, so this little session will never find its way. Peehu looked back and watched as it happened, so I was relieved when she bit her index finger and looked back at me.Peehu: Wow! That was a huge load! Was that all for me, baby?My cock twitched as I sat back and watched her. She slowly turned back around and laid in front of the cam. She laid her head back and moaned as she opened her legs wide for me.Peehu groaned as she rubbed her pussy slowly, and she yelped with pleasure as she watched me stroke my twitching cock slowly as I continued to. He was still using this calm mono tone voice. We had just crossed the bridge and he told me to exit on Harrison. I pulled off and we went a few more blocks and then parked. We got out walking down the street and approached a storefront. The building was gray and had reflective glass windows. The stores name was “Mr. Leather co”. My nerves just exploded, while my stomach dropped. Jon grabbed the door and ordered me in. Although I wanted to run, I followed his orders. I could only think of how I.