“Oh, no, no” he said a bit startled, but still retaining his composure and his pleasant smile; a smile I had seen before. “No, that was it.”�...�Are you sure?” I asked, but now my eyes were darting at his.“No, no!” He said showing a little embarrassment. “I mean, I… I, yes… no, that’s it. Thank… thank you for your time and good luck”.“Oh, thanks to you, Canelo. If you need anything, just reach out. You know where we are. Have a safe trip and good luck to you as well”.As he turned around and. NOW!’ I’d never heard Master quite this upset before. His voice was hard and cold. Almost vicious. He took his belt off and secured my wrists to the hitching post. Behind me I could hear Tristan lugging something heavy and talking to Jean Claude and Philip to help him set up. A cold knot of fear began forming in the pit of my stomach. Men from the village, every man over 18, would be here soon, presumably to see me punished. For the first time since arriving in England, I was afraid. The fear. I saw the intensity of lust in her eyes.Fortunately I won the next round and I asked her to remove her capri. She had the most beautiful waxed legs I had seen in my entire life, I again won the bet and asked her to remove her panties and give them to me. She took her panty off and threw it on my face with a sexy smile.. I sniffed it and wow what an amazing fragrance it was, I started sniffing it like an animal and she was looking so lustfully towards me that I ejaculated at that moment. I wiped. The only noise in the place was the swoosh/clang of the weights machine and the rhythmic thumping of some other poor idiot on the running machine round the corner. Fuck it. Even sitting at home alone would be less boring than this.Grabbing his towel he made his way to the showers, noting on his way past that the other inmate of this madhouse happened to be a rather nicely proportioned brunette, whose skimpy shorts and crop top left very little to the imagination.He hesitated for a second before.