She led me to the sitting room of the suite, where she took a seat on the couch, but indicated that I should remain standing in front of her. She pick...d up a glass of red wine and began to sip it as she looked me over. "How soon will you be ready to cum for me again, pet?" she asked."Mistress, I usually need 15 to 20 minutes between orgasm. I hope this is acceptable." I responded nervously."Perfect, pet, but I am going to challenge you. I will double your tip if you can achieve 3 more orgasms. He was persistent telling me that was extremely horny and needed someone to suck him off. Then he sent me his address and a few directions. ‘Come up to my garage and it will be open.’ he wrote. The pressure was getting to me. It was 7:35 and he still wanted me. I had to decline. ‘Were going to have to do it another time, especially during this traffic.’ He wrote back, ‘Monday is my only day off, sure you can’t make it by 7:45? I really want to feel a guy’s mouth on my dick!’ That was it for. It was her 17th birthday when things took a different turn. I was living with my wifes parents as we were in limbo between houses. I worked early shifts and had the house on my own for a few hours in the afternoon. I took this opportunity every day to have a nice relaxed wank. One day mid wank I heard a noise and stopped. After a while heard nothing more and carried on. Then from the corner of my eye I saw her. She was in her room with the door ajar and she was spying on me but not to well. I. Mein hechelnder Atem war inzwischen etwas ruhiger, aber mein Mund ganz trocken geworden. Da - ganz unvermittelt - traf mich die Peitsche und der Ruf von hinten: „Vorwärts, im Galopp“, wie ein Blitzschlag! Ich versuchte, meine allerletzten Kräfte zu mobilisieren, aber mein Galoppieren war allenfalls noch ein beschleunigter Trab. Ich fühlte mich körperlich total am Ende, doch Abdul schien da anderer Ansicht zu sein: „At full speed!!“ Und erbarmungslos knallte er seine Peitsche auf mich, sein.