During the acceptance and training the titmaster's would be busy preening the immediate next batch for the dynasty,they carried on their attire small ...ut powerful stinging whips which would be used on the bare bottoms,breasts and back of the pleasure women should they feel the need,often a woman was summoned for attention in a cubicle where there would be observers present and pleasure slaves who would pre stroke the titmaster's to great hardness ready for entry into the pleasure women,the. I could not stop staring at the exposed asshole glaring at me from on the bed. I was mesmerized, picturing my cock sliding into that hairy asshole. I needed to cum so badly. The leader slid around behind me, wrapped his arms around mine, and began to caress my chest with his left hand, and the belt in his right.He pulled me close to him, and whispered in my ear, "You ever fuck your wife in the Ass Dave?" He knew my name! He continued his caress, moving lower on my belly.I answered "no." I could. "Ms. Demure wishes to interview you for a theme she is writing for my class. You may perform your ritual of sacrifice into this dish," she produced a glass bowl, "and upon completion you may speak with her. When her interview is over you shall again deposit your sacrifice into the dish and then resume your vow of silence."I could see just how painful this experience was for 'boy' with the two piercings in his uncircumcised foreskin rubbing against the head of his penis he had to be very careful. On seeing this I got still more horny and increased my speed. Her moans increased “ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ….. “ and matched my fucking rhythm. Because of her lubricating liquid, the fucking made sound like “thlap, thlap, thlap…”. Shruthi kept on shouting throughout “Oh god, you fucker.” “Yeah, push harder!” “Make it hurt!”My movement was deep and rhythmic, but she started her Pelvic movement, her arms holding me from both the side became stronger and stronger and pulled me closer and closer to her,.