One ofthem whistled as I pushed the twenty seventh floor button, turned aroundand faced the door. A moment later, I felt a hand on my bottom. I wassho...ked at how brazen this man was! I tried to ignore it, hoping that itwould go away. It didn't. I turned my head to look over my shoulder. Oneof the men had moved to stand close behind me. I could feel his handsqueezing and massaging my left buttock. He had a full black beard,appeared to be in his early thirties and he, as well as his companionshad. I wondered if I should take the corselette off too but just as I was about to unfasten it, Miss Carson appeared in the doorway.“You’ve been working hard all day,” she said, coquettishly. “I thought you might like to play and relax for a bit.”I said that I was really tired and that, in any case, I didn’t think that my Mistress would want me to be playing around when I was supposed to be learning things. It was obviously an excuse that Miss Carson had heard before.“Oh, don’t be coy,” she said.. .I took a bath and settled down with some bdsm films that included scenes with fisting, anal, nettles and spanking etc.To start with I tied the shortest of the two laces tightly around my balls so they were nice and tight, then I used the rough hessian rope to bind my cock starting at the base to about halfway up. With the other lace I made like a lasso in one end and tightened it down just under the rim of my helmet and then tied it around my neck so my tightly bound cock was pulled upright. "You're about to graduate to a leather queen", Paul said and stepped back and sit on the leather couch. A second later a few of the men immediately surrounded me and started to have their way with me. I was bent even more, so I can suck whichever cock was the nearest and the guys began to change places.Mark had prepared me well for the rest of the men. He also made sure I am always well lubed up for each new cock that was going deep in me. It was a unique feeling. Each cock felt different. Each.