From all around me, I heard applause and fanfare but was unable to find the source of the cheering. My mind went into overdrive trying to find a solut...on for my predicament until I saw a tiny metal drone hovering a foot or so from my face. The bright red light and circular lens gave away its purpose as a camera drone, trained on my bound form. In the moment I was distracted by the cheering and identifying the drone, the tall woman had circled around behind me and had produced a small vial of a. At least she had an idea what Master K was like. Mixed up in all the thoughts pummeling her was that she didn't want to disappoint him. How fucked up was that? She was about to get tortured and she was concerned she'd disappoint him, fuck that, that was crazy! So much for knowing her own mind, it was a muddled mess. On top of that the fingers stimulating her were increasing her need to use the bathroom.Master K looked at the clock, "fifty strokes", he stated calmly. "Nick, what are you going. I am very pleased." Thank you, Sir."He moved his hand up her leg a bit and still she didn't make a move to shy away or stop him. Taking her lack of action as permission to continue, he moved further up her leg to the bottom of her very short minidress. He paused there for a moment as if trying to decide if he should take this game further.But when she moved her legs apart as much as her tight dress would allow, he got the message. His hand moved under her dress and found the tops of her. “Need it deep?”Lilly glared back at him.He pressed against her. Fuck. Hot. The head of his cock tickled her, and her body surged.But he did not enter. She was squirming. On fire.Thunder clapped again, and their bodies jerked.“Do it, Matt,” Lilly panted.He pressed, his crown against her, the heat flowing outward. “Matt!”He pressed just a bit further.“Matt!” She glared again.His hands gripped her hips, and he thrust deep and hard. Lilly saw stars. She felt lightheaded. A spasm of heat made her.