I’ve always imagined there were guys like me who truly loved the taste, smell and feel of cum, but until I got on the net and explored, I couldn’t...believe how many of us there are. When I finally met Jim in the flesh, he was about my weight and size, but was in much better shape than his pic showed. He had a great body. His house was out in the woods away from anyone else. This would be great for some private fun. We toured his house and then went into the basement. He opened a door and I was. When he got pretty high up and was softly caressing her upper thigh, she uncrossed her legs. His hand at this point was left just inches away from her pussy. He slowly inched his way up a little more until his finger touched her pussy. They all kept talking and she opened her legs a little to let him in more. He had his fingers in her pussy now and she was so wet that you could hear him fingering her. Bill of course was watching all of this and got his hand into the action as well. He put. I found her in a little room with no windows or doors, huddled naked in the corner, crying softly. The wave of sympathy was almost instantly wiped out as intense rage washed over me. It took a few seconds but I managed to set the rage aside as Rebecca had taught me, I just shoved it into the little box I had created for it and tried to think.This was going to be tough. I didn't know her mental state but I wasn't sure at this point that she was going to be receptive to anyone suddenly appearing. I tense up and he continues to cut away my clothing until I am completely naked. “Are you scared? Nod your head if you are.”I nod rapidly, and he chuckles.“You will learn not to fear the knife which I will use often but not to hurt you, but you will learn to fear the whip more than hell itself.”My eyes widen as Master produces a whip and cracks it above my head. I scream in fear and, though he barely hears it, he stops. I feel relief."Your screams are childish, only moans of pleasure may come.