Everywhere is is goodStart on my arse thenI leaned over the arm of the leather chair in the corner of my bedroomMichael swished his flogger through th... air inches from my arseTen strokes now please Michael. He started the first. The flogger coming down on my arse hard but not too hard Thud. Two, slightly harderAnother thud, this time a little more forceful. My boy continued to flog my arse increasing the force ever so slightly with each strokeFinally blow number ten, I let out a gentle gasp.. A screen at the front showed the videos that were playing, a standard ***********ion of straight and gay videos depending on which channel you watched.Ducking into the first open booth, I closed the door but didn't bother with the lock. The booth was good sized and had a padded bench to sit on and a trashcan in the corner under the screen. The screens were decent sized and had channel and volume controls above them. Looking down, I noticed the room had a hole in the wall on both sides. This. After all, he'd already seen her. He'd already heard her. And she knew he was right - even if he left, he would be thinking about her "display"."All right," she whined in concession. "But not in here. That'd make it even weirder than it's going to be. Let's go out in the living room."As she followed Ross through the doorway, she found herself thinking about that sight, the moment she opened her eyes. She always did like watching a guy masturbate. Seeing his hand slide up and down his shaft.. “Cum in me, Daddy! Please!”He pulled away from me as I reached the pinnacle of my orgasm. I gasped as he broke from my embrace. His cock ripped out of my cumming twat. I blinked in shock as I stared up at him, his dick thrusting hard before him, throbbing and aching. My pussy felt so empty without his cum in me.“Daddy?” I whimpered.I gasped as he flipped me over onto my hands and knees. My breasts swayed. I shook my head, my mind blazing with my dying rapture. I opened my mouth to say something.