” The master chuckled. “I know some of them can be a little rough and I know you don’t always like it rough. But then they like it rough and ...o do I. And none of us really give a fuck what you like.”“All I want to do is please your sir.” The boy said. “You and your friends.”“Good boy.” The master said. “That the right attitude.”While the man’s face couldn’t be seen, the camera revealed a husky, hairy frame, thick muscular legs and thighs. He wore a grungy, cum and piss stained jockstrap. ..he had amazing stamina and they changed positions several times. Eventually he finally indicated he was about to cum, and she said she wanted the cum on her tits...He pulled out and she sat up to receive his load, and sure enough, his load was as impressive as his stamina. He blew four really large squirts of cum onto her tits, and then a last blob dribbled out onto her belly and he kinda flopped back onto his back.Celeste and Mark came over and began lapping up the cum from Fox's chest, that. She was like that all the way to Carson’s place, Tommy being sent to get more beer, then being taken into that room she had never seen before, and strapped to that ‘X’ cross apparatus with her arms and legs spread wide.It was only after the first strike of the cane on her body that she became truly aware of what was happening and she could protest. And, she did. She screamed at them, swore at them, and called them all manner of foul names until they fastened a ball gag into her mouth, which. Imagine yourself Helen of Troy, a woman so beautiful that men will risk their lives, will risk entire nations just to look at you, to touch you, to feel the infinite soft wonder inside you. Imagine the reverent first touch of a man’s fingers to your face, fingers roughened in a single desperate search to find and capture you. Then his fingers weave through your hair as he trembles in his overwhelming desire for you, his urgent need to touch you, yes and take you and yet, he pauses, only.