After every blow, I accepted her comfort. After every blow, I thanked her and asked her for more, despite every impulse telling me I had to scream, to...beg, to ask her to stop. I was terrified that if I made any mistakes, she would prolong my torture. After fifteen strokes, there was a pause. She stroked and rubbed my ass with both of her hands. I truly relaxed, feeling safe.“What have you learned?”“You are my master,” I responded instantly.She grabbed my ass, wrenching the striated flesh.. There was a slowly darkening bruise over one eye and her skin-tight leather suit was ripped just above the crotch where it had been pulled off too roughly. Paolo wasn’t at all sure what he wanted. It was only boredom and the need for distraction that had persuaded him to take advantage of the facilities provided by the Ninth Army’s brothel. There really wasn’t much else for him to do, any more than there was for the ragged remains of the fleet’s infantry. His duties wouldn’t really begin until. You are a Fem Petie; you are a cock-loving whore. I know that, Phil here knows that, Hank knows that, and most of all Petie, you know that."Peter said, "But I'm married, I am not a queer or Gay."Madam Rose chuckled and said, "You keep telling yourself that dear, you keep telling yourself that. Now did you clean your ass out before coming in here like I told you to do dear?"Peter sheepishly said, "Yes, I did that before leaving the house."Madam Rose said, "Phil, take Petie here and you boys are. ..I said like jacking up a bumper jack on a car. He said let me show you on yours. So He reached into my briefs and started rubbing me until I was hard. Then he pulled my underwear down and started stroking - man it felt great. Willy said ok come on do me while I do you. So I did I started stroking Willy and he shot a thick wad of cum on my waist. I said wow now what do we do to clean this up ? He said use your underwear, so what else could I do. I grabbed my underwear and wiped up. I felt.