I remembered the last time Master had used the cat on me. He had beaten my back, bass, thighs, tits, calves and the bottoms of my feet with it. My nip...les had been tender for days afterward. That had been a punishment session without a doubt. After it I emerged a more humble slave than I had been when it began. He spread my knees farther apart and attached the spreader bar and then tied my ankles to the bench. He ran the braided leather tails along my thighs slowly. I felt myself leaning into. Reaching around to caress the shaft of my penis. I stood, spreading Kirsten's legs wide and plunged my hard cock into her gaping cunt. She gasped. Jane knelt behind me, pushing my legs apart a little, and started to lick my arse hole while she massaged my aching balls.I thrust for a few seconds into Kirsten's hot cunt, then pulled out, turning around. I almost slapped Jane in the face, but she smiled, and enveloped my cock in her mouth; tasting Kirsten's milky white juices. I held the back of. She asked me when it ‘ld be possible. I took the opportunity and asked her to come the very next day at 9:00 am sharp. My mom was on a visit to my granny’s home., and my dad was on a camp regarding some business.The doorbell rang n’ I was there at once answering it only to find a bolt into my nerves. She was there like Venus, dressed in red with red lipstick and leaving her hair over the shoulders. She gave me the stuff for writing the CD. We went to my room and sat before my pc. She was really. ..now she was just slightlyfrivolous, a lowly maid forced to display her charms.My thoughts were interrupted by the "whish" of the elevator doorsopening. For a moment, I cowered in the elevator, slightly ashamed andconfused by my looks. Then I recovered my poise. I was, after all, StevenVanRoc, independent, affluent Playboy. My looks were a result of the highprice I could pay for a convincing disguise. Suddenly, I determined tomake it work? to pass myself off as a woman, a sexy, real woman!.