Except for getting my ass whipped.”“That can be fun, too, if you just let it,” Mistress June replied.Master Bruce motioned for me to come over a...d stand next to him. He had a bottle of baby oil in each hand and a big towel draped around his neck.“Close your eyes,” he said as he started squirting the baby oil out over my head.“My hair!” I cried out, but he just laughed and kept squirting oil from both bottles. Soon my hair was sodden with oil and I could feel it running down my face and my back.. Third and final incident, An outrageous comment ended with sexShit happens to people every day of their lives, things are said and things are done and people dwell on the consequences of their actions and mouthing's. I was sixteen and working part time in a cafe and after arriving one particularly horrible wet morning, the cafe was empty when a man came in and went over to take his order.I gave him the customary, 'Good morning sir, what can I get you', routine, he looked into my eyes and said,. I didn't have much choice, though, practically or emotionally.The back door had a five lever mortice sash-lock, and there were only two keys that could fit, so I got in fairly quickly despite my shakes. Well, I was pretty pumped up with adrenalin ... I ran through the kitchen (which was in a fine old state) into the hall and upstairs. He hadn't bothered to shut the door to Rose-Marie's old bedroom and he was too focussed on thrashing her with a bamboo cane (which had broken and split) to notice. I sometimes liked a soak in the bath, and you'd come in and stare at me with those big eyes of yours, seeing my cock stiffen. When you asked me if you could come in the bath with me I was I heaven, my cock rubbing against you as I ran my soapy hands over your body...We often played games, and I'd tickle you until you collapsed, giggling. We'd roll on the floor, and I'd feel your body as we wrestled, loving feeling you squirming against me, your body writhing against my cock...One day you asked.