He seemed pleased when she admitted that to him, for some reason.It would have been a perfectly idyllic morning, but John suddenly farted. This was no... something he was accustomed to doing, even by himself. He had been reaching for his cup of coffee. Karin had said something that struck him funny, and he had chuckled. And then, 'BLATTTTTT!' Just like in the cartoons. He was so surprised, he dropped the cup of coffee. Which wouldn't have been nearly as devastating, if he had only been wearing. He seemed to enjoy dominating or humiliating me with each visit and on our next meeting he had hired me to meet him in an alley near his downtown workplace. He pulled up in his car and we rode around the city during his lunch hour, while I sucked his cock as he drove. He pulled his cock from my mouth and exploded all over my face and in my hair as we waited at a stoplight, then he told me to get out on the next corner to walk back to where we had met. I didn't really mind his treatment, since. He invited me over to the couch and immediately moved to his knees before me. He gently pushed my legs apart and moved in between them. With his hands rubbing the insides of my thighs, my cock swelled again. Straining and throbbing inside my jeans, he moved his fingers along my bulge and an “Ohhh” escaped his lips. There was no hiding my excitement. There was also no hiding my desire and need for his mouth on me again. I undid my zipper and pushed my pants down as he took my erection into his. “I guess that you must have been in and out of it toward the end. That’s what happens when you swallow a few sleeping pills. Turns out that you were drugged, Master. We’re still not sure who did it, but judging from the group at hand, whoever it was ... they’re one of us. Someone in the Tribe. We’re just not sure who or why. We’ll find out, though. Don’t you worry about that. In the end, though, it turned out great for us. We had you every which way but loose, with apologies to Clint Eastwood.