Again the two claps, and again Yeon-Jae scored three or four points as soon as she engaged me. One point drew blood from the impact as it hit my shou...der. I knew the rest would leave bruises. “Try the sabre this time,” the man in the suit said. They equipped me with the new weapon as Yeon-Jae paced about, drinking bottled water. She rolled her pants up to the knee and pulled off her shirt, revealing a tight lycra sports bra, pulled her hair back on her head, waiting for me to be ready. . I started squeezing my breasts roughly. I needed to be fucked so desperately. I moaned like a slut "please master abuse these monster tits". I was so horny and my pussy was dripping wet all over again. The torment of my tits felt so good. I was so close to my much needed orgasm from just abusing my tits. If I touched my clit I knew it would push me over the edge.I needed more than my fingers. I reached under my pillow for my masters cock and drove it into my wet pussy. I came immediately "yes. The dancing went on for only another minute or two before the music ended and the boys cheered and applauded for her. The excitement of the moment took over and she knelt down right then and there. The boys took this as their cue and circled around her and tugged their swim trunks down. Every dick was rock hard and the excitement level was overwhelming. She leaned forward and began sucking the nearest dick feverishly as she grabbed another two and began masturbating them. Some of the boys - and. And the lists of my ?clients?made known, I guarantee you I would not live a week. The seconal does its Magic and I start to relax. Typically my clients are referrals. Word of mouth. Oh yes, I do find and ?recruit? the stray slut from bars occasionally. But that’s another story. I have huge seven bedroom house in an upscale neighbor hood. And the basement dungeon would make even the most devout 16th century inquisitor cringe in fear. My ?Play Room? as I call it spans the entire with and depth.