‘All of those are mine and the plaques are made for every dojo I defeated, I thought after I returned the heirlooms I’d want proof so I had them m...de and had the dojo sensei sign them. Good for business.’ As Matt looks down at Emiko with a smirk he then winked and finished the thought they both had. ‘No I won’t need you to sign for yours, your presence alone was far greater than all of the plaques I could ever put on this wall.’ This of course led to another blush from Emiko and a slight. She let the pain in, and it blotted out all thinking, all anticipating, all fear, all sound and sight. When he finally stopped, she was in a tight, trembling arch, her welted backside straining toward the cane, striped with it's thin red double tracks, each pair sandwiching a bruise.Beautiful. Probably the best performance art of her brilliant career.She stopped in the ladies room upstairs after wriggling back into her latex and politely blowing him and his hard-on off, and not in the way he'd. My mind started into overdrive thinking what I would do to get myself out of this predicament. I felt his hand softly stroke my ass cheeks. It startled me at first because I hadn't heard him approach. He sat on the bed beside me."Hi baby." He whispered stroking my bottom."Matthew, I need to pee. Please untie me." I tried to sound stern but my voice cracked.He leaned over kissing my ass instead of replying. His tongue flicked out licking each cheek gently, lovingly. I wiggled against his mouth.  Buck got up on his knees, sat across the back of my thighs and started rubbing his cock up and down the crack of my ass. He’d rub it extra against my other hole and added more warm oil. He moved further forward on his knees and pushed harder against my ass.The head of his dick felt so huge. At this point, Buck stopped pressing and just held perfectly still while I wiggled my ass against his dick. We kept this up until I felt the head of his cock pop into my ass. My asshole burned for a.