He reached behind, finding the zipper of his skirt withhis fingernails, easing it downwards over his wide hips, finally lettingit slide down to his ba...e feet. Although he now stood wearing only hisblack lace thong, the room still felt comfortably warm. He took theopportunity to tug the string of the thong out from his buttocks,letting it settle back more comfortably.Sam made his way over to the bed picking up the delicately patternedlace garter belt. He held it up, turning it around,. "Tell me," I said, "did you ever get snapped with a wet towel when youwere young?"He swallowed, loud. I sort of figured that he had and that he was thetype who had cherished the memory. He thought of himself, like I had, asjust a ropes-and-blindfold sort of guy; I wanted to expand his vision.So I played with him for a while, snapping the handkerchief against hischest and his arms and even his face ? I have good aim. He never knew wherethe next sting would fall; I could see the excitement. “Yes Sir, I’m eating well and have been running every day.”“Well those are certainly good to know, but that’s not what I asked you.”“Sir?”“Baby girl, are you taking care of MY pussy? Are you keeping her happy?”“No Sir, you do did not give me permission to do so.”“I did not command you not to either baby girl.”“What would you like me to do Sir?”“I want you to make her happy, I want you to fuck yourself, and to make it interesting I want you to make a video of you doing so and email it to me.”“I. ....for every time you cum, you owe me 100 blowjobs....now get dry...your first 5 cocks are in the living room waiting for you, and oh yeah.... theres a few girlfriends of mine who want to watch" On my hands and knees, with a fresh butt plug and 8 inch itchy horse hair tail viciously hanging down and tickling and torturing my balls, I was led inside. My cock was still sore to the touch. I was swollen and my balls ached, not from cumming, but from being abused all night. Cindy painfully.