"Yes Master! Say it." he said."Yes master." she sobbed, shocked at the sharp slap to the face but relieved he was giving her tortured nipples a break....Now time for a little training" he said. He strode over to the wall where assorted implements were hanging from hooks and on shelves and selected a face harness from a hook. He walked back to her and slid the harness over her head and face. Some more punishment to her breasts got her to open her mouth enough for him to adjust it fully so that her. I adjusted my grip, trying to make it feel as much like that warm, wet tunnel as I could. Closing my eyes again, I fucked my fist, trying to lose myself in the fantasy that it was Claire that I was fucking. The orgasm came on hard and fast. I groaned loudly and arched my body as cum exploded out on to my belly. In my youth, it would have reached my chest or even my neck. It was intense, as these morning sessions often were, and I was soon laying still and trying to catch my breath. The fantasy. Wendy filled the tit part of it to overflowing but the waist part of it was pulled in with some extra black ribbon. Apart from the basque, she was wearing nothing but a smile (or more of a smirk).She then handed me two envelopes, addressed to me, and I recognised the handwriting on one of them as Ethel's. The other one had been printed on a computer.I opened Ethel's letter first.Dear Charles,I know you always loved that black basque and we did have some fun in it, and out of it, so I thought I. He gasped and moaned as I jacked him slowly. His fingers speed up with my buttons.When my shirt was open, I let him go and pulled it off. Then I removed his robe. "Lay back." I told him. I stood up and took off my pants and boxers."Ay Papi!" He moaned.I looked him over, stroking his whole body. He was tone and tan everywhere except his crotch. "I hate this pale spot." I can tan nude if you want." He sighed. "I only wore the g-string because we didn't think you'd approve." Oh, I approve." I.