I opened his ass cheeks and saw his reddish pink hole. Peter stuck his finger in his hole and Tom just said “ooh, that feels weird”. I told him �...just relax, it will feel good, you’ll see”. Peter started to move his soapy finger in and out of Tom until we noticed Tom had gotten a boner. Then Peter told Tom to turn around and got on his knees and stared washing Tom’s cock and balls. His cock was very hard with a nice purplish head. Peter told him that he had a very nice cock. He asked him to open. With nothing but politeness, your masseuse asks, "Would you would like your breasts massaged or would you would prefer not to be touched there?" You sigh and say, "It would be fine to massage my breasts." My masseuse, in turn, asks softly, "Would you like your penis included in the massage?" I, too, allow permission to be touched intimately. She smiles gently and avoids my eyes. Was she preventing an opportunity to reveal how pleased she was with my response? Both of them continue on unhurried.. A few of the others that she had allowed to play with her had not. They thought pain alone was her goal. They thought pain was enough, or that she craved pain.Those were not good experiences. She didn't yearn for pain. She wasn't seeking pain. She didn't crave pain. She craved ecstasy and release, and pain was the path to that paradise of pleasure.She had accepted Master's collar more than four years ago. He had helped her finish her studies and had used some of his contacts to secure. At last, I saw her in the corner of the schoolhouse – dancin’ with Colin MacPherson. They were a lot closer together than I liked. I didn’t say anything, thinkin’ maybe he was just being aggressive with her. Later we danced a couple of numbers before we left. We were quiet on the way back to her place. Neither of us said anything about Colin. But when I kissed her goodnight I felt like everything was okay. She kissed me in such a way it started a fire that I had a hard time dampin’. I was so.