I felt something metalic clasp around my wrist. Then my other wrist. I was handcuffed. He sat back down in the chair with his legs spread wide and gra...bed the remote with his free hand. He tugged on the leash jerking me forward."Lick my boots, Faggot." He said while flipping through the channels. He took off his shirt and watched some movie. Another jerk of the leash and my face was on the floor, my ass up high. "Spread you knees apart, Fag." WACK! He slapped my ass with a riding crop. The pain. Instinctively my arse jerks backward! For two reasons : One, to soften the blow and ease the pain !Two: The purse has hit my dick and balls hard, but not hard enough and now, I'm not wearing any underwear and my dick is getting hard by the impact of the purse, so I need to turn around quick before anyone notices this, and I embarrass myself. And again within 10 seconds the signals of pain and pleasure confuse me totally and afterwards I stand still and wonder what happens in my brain sometimes. It was the first time that someone touched my penis. I felt amazing. I was confident with the readings from ISS and other sites and was prepared for a adventurous fun. I started to undress her. I saw the dangling melons hanging to and fro. she seductively rubbed her boobs above my face and the nipples poked my lips. i bite that and she mourned out of esctacy. milk oozed out of her nipples and I checked the real taste of milk. I removed her sari too.I saw beautiful structure of wonderful woman.. ‘What, guv? You reckon that too?’ ‘Nope. I reckon you called me guv. Means I must getting somewhere. Now… There were no signs of excessive violence. Mob killings usually involve a lot of nastiness, to make an example of the victim — deters other would-be informers, double agents and so on. Also, I understand nothing in his flat was disturbed or stolen. Sounds like a wasted opportunity if it’s counter-espionage we’re talking about.’ ‘OK, guv… so maybe we’re thinking one of those auto-erotica.