Michael swished his flogger through the air inches from my arse."Ten strokes now please, Michael." He started the first and the flogger coming down on...my arse but not too hard."One, thank you, Master."Thud. Two, slightly harder. Another thud, this time a little more forceful. My boy continued to flog my arse increasing the force ever so slightly with each stroke.Finally blow number ten, I let out a gentle gasp. "Ten, thank you, young Master."I went to the cupboard and fetched a pair of nipple. I learned later that he was 60 years old.The slave was about 5'9", slightly chunky around the middle, but generally proportional with skinny arms and legs. What struck immediately was how white the guy was! And except for the hair on his head, he was completely shaved neck to toe: armpits, chest, pubic hair - and he had no hair on his arms or legs. He apparently had been 'trained' to serve as a sex slave because he kept his eyes towards the floor and immediately obeyed every command that was. While he continued fucking me, Kyle walked out to the kitchen. He put my butt on the table, grabbed my legs, and put them on his shoulders. Holding my breasts, he began thrusting again. He pinched my nipples and squeezed my boobs while he screwed me. When he came, it set me off, and I joined him.“You were wild,” I said after we recovered.“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Kyle said.Giggling, I said, “You pounded my pussy pretty hard. Maybe if you kissed it better…”Chuckling, Kyle leaned over and. And when I was talking with her; she held my hand and talking. Her hand is moving on my thigh and my tool slowly gaining power but fear also on another side. Almost tent in my pants.I gained courage and given a smooch to her on lips and pressed her boobs. She slapped me and went away. Next day everything is going thought she will be angry. Again after few days I got to know from her they want to shift home, I searched a home for them and then onwards there family became close to me. I often go.