“No, please!” I pleaded but he did not listen as I felt the sting of the belt on my ass. “Ow!” I screamed. “Who is laughing now?” He taunt...d as he whipped me a second, third and fourth time. “I’m sorry, Detective. I really am. Please stop.” “You’re going to learn the real meaning of sorry.” He said sadistically as I felt more strokes of the belt. He stopped for a moment and circled the bed where I lay helplessly at his mercy. He was like a shark watching over his prey and I clearly knew what my. "In the closet," I said. She grabbed another tie, secured my other wrist and continued to strip my clothes off. First, the belt, then the shoes and socks, followed by my trousers. Margaret slithered up my body, rubbing her face against the silk fabric of my boxers. She pulled them off, revealing my stiff cock, complete with a droplet of pre-cum at the tip."You have some impressive equipment there, Mr. Fox." You're not too shabby yourself, Mrs. Canfield."Looking at me in mock shock, she said,. I didn’t move - I looked up at him awash with fear and embarrassment, aghast and wondering what to do. No words were spoken. We looked at each other for maybe thirty seconds, seemingly frozen in the moment. Then he moved. He reached down and pulled his swimming trunks down to his ankles. My eyes were drawn to between his legs and my gaze fell upon the first cock I’d ever seen in real life. It was about five inches long and flaccid but as I watched he took it in his hand and began to stroke. No coverup.” He glanced over at Celeste being spanked, bent over the table by a man twice her size, his gray beard gracing his chest wiggling like jello as he slapped her butt. “Fuck me! Spanking too?”Lana swiveled and twerked her butt up at him. “If you want. I’d like it.”“So, do I pay extra to suck and spank?” His eyes flared wide.Lana shook her head. “It’s tip-based, love. We aren’t a brothel.”He nodded. “Got it. Honor system. Well, I’d never stiff you. Not that way, anyhow.” All three men.