I must admit, athletic girls have always been my type, purely for the reason they feel better naked. And… are of course, better in bed. I squeezed h...r ass in my hands as she kissed my neck and ground on me, my hardening member pushing against her barely concealed pussy through my pants. Giving her ass a smack she squeaked in surprise before growling in my ear. “Ohhh shit, I liked that.”“Yeah? You want more?” I breathed back, my mind in bliss at the feeling of her tongue on my neck. I slapped. "I did so; prodded on by the fact that Master was lifting me to my feetby pulling on my balls. "Hands behind your head," he ordered and I didso.I felt a mask being fitted over my eyes.Master stared at me for what seemed like an eternity. I was literallyshaking in anticipation. I cried out in fear when he finally reached outto pinch my nipple. Another crack and he slapped my roughly across theface with a curt "Shut up." He pulled and twisted my nipples, almost asif it was a test to see if he. Suddenly I had a terrible urge to go to the bathroom. The champagne obviously not only had gone to me head but also to my waterworks.“I don’t quite know why I’m saying this but I rather think you masturbate a lot. Am I right”? I shook when he said that, beginning to tremble uncontrollably.“Yes. Yes I do. Lots”, I said almost inaudibly. I was shaking like a leaf. ”I do it every night”The boldness of this question made my urgency to relieve myself intensify, until I could hardly bear it any. ”“We were fortunate to be advised of this attempt at extortion from a friend of ours. Mr. Alex Simpson had been approached, and a ridiculously small amount of money offered for his farm. When Alex refused to sell, the offer changed to protection from outlaws and other disasters.”“Alex being the ornery old cuss that he is,” there were chuckles from the audience. “Decided to find out what the hell was going on from me. I set up a reception committee at the Simpson farm and we were successful in.