11.00 the next day they met up, went through the local market looking at the stalls, then on past an "Age Concern" antique shop. They wandered in, San...ra said " Oh look at that!" It was a martinet whip! She picked it up, it had about 12 thin strands of leather, 20" long leading from a leather covered wooden handle. " Bit kinky, are we?" asked Mike! " Just a bit Darling!" replied Sandra, who paid £3.00 for the whip, " Come on, let's go to that pub!"Off they went, Sandra had about 4 drinks fairly. And Phil, the evil bastard, loved every moment of myhumiliation. One of his favourite things was for megive him a blowjob while his friends were in the roomor to fuck me in the restroom of a crowded restaurant.It was horrible.Really, I don't know how I managed. The only thingthat kept me sane was the knowledge that I only had todo it for a year. There was also the fact that eventhough he controlled my physically, my mind was stillmy own.A year - all three hundred and sixty five days of it,is a. You have a fat ass that I'd love to grab. I saw her read the text and I saw a slow smile creep across her face as she blushed a little. A few seconds later my phone vibrated again.You are more than welcome to.When I read that my 7 inch cock got rock hard as I thought about feeling her ass. I saw her get up and say she was going into the break room. I watched her walk into the only room with no cameras with bated breath. I wasn't sure what I should do but I decided to just go for it.I walked to. He turned his chair towards me and wiggled his pointer finger, signaling for me to come forward. I took steps towards him until he stopped, which was right in front of him. "Get on your knees now," he demanded in a husky tone. I was taken aback. "W-what?" I sputtered out. Mr. West was a tall - probably 6'2 or 6'4 - black man. His outfits often made his muscles gloriously dignified. I could tell he worked out. "Do you want extra credit or not?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I nodded my.