From my position on my stomach, all I could reach was his feet. So I rubbed his feet gently for a while he continued massaging me. It all felt so good...and relaxing, I smiled as he rubbed my back.I wanted to hold and caress him, so I rolled over, and saw his hard cock just inches from my face. It looked so beautiful, so appealing, so virile as it was glistening with pre-cum. I raised my head and gently took the knob into my mouth, and slowly worked my tongue around it, getting it wet enough to. But now as my mind was changed and I was attracted towards the gay world I decided to wear tight t-shirts (skinny fit) without wearing a baniyan and go to the college that would make my boobs size visible… And as usual when I was in college that day that friends of mine was staring at my boobs and would touch my chest area whenever they get the chance, they were surprised to see that I was not reacting whenever they were touching my boobs this made them to act more bold and one of them pressed. It removed the ropes binding its legs to the chair, but its legs had fallen asleep so it could only crawl back into the kitchen. The second meal was a repeat of the first one, but the spaghetti were replaced by a piece of bread it had pulled into small pieces. It again drank a big bottle of water from the dog bowl.Then it was time.Cunt Jen took the few things it had prepared the day before and left the house. It wasn't much, a backpack, its watch, the apartment keys and a lock with a fitting. He turned back to me and continued, "I am going to count every swat you give her that isn't hard enough. And for every one I count, she's going to get a swat from me with the paddle. And let me tell you, she's had that paddle before. Just look in her eyes." I looked over to her and saw immediately that the mention of the paddle had brought some fear to them. "If you have feelings for her, then you're going to want to spare her as much of that as possible, and the way to do that will be to spank.