He turns over so he's on his back and looking at me. he starts screaming and kicking trying to get free . he screams at me "what the fuck do you thin... your doing IM gonna kill you when i get free" i reply "HA! do u think IM gonna let you go after what you did to me? nope not gonna happen"i look at his cock still hard he must have had a nice wet dream.. i use the palm of my hand to smack it i smacked it down so its going inside him. he screams out in bloody murder i laugh at his pain . As he held me close I suddenly recalled the many times I had seen him sleeping on my sofa in his boxers. I flushed at the thought of having seen his raging hard-on bulging inside his underwear. More especially, the times when his huge purple cock lay swollen and hanging outside of his shorts. The song ended and we returned to the booth. We chatted a while longer until I explained that I had planned to make a short night. He asked if he could walk me to my car and I agreed. When we reached my. He looked at me, shocked at the sound. ‘Why did you make that sound, Slave?’ ‘My nipples still hurt from when Brian spanked them, Sir,’ I said. He stood up and slapped my right breast and then the left hard, right at the edge of the nipple. ‘You must be tired, Slave. You called these YOUR nipples. Don’t tell me you need another lesson on who owns your body.’ My eyes flooded with tears and I blubbered, ‘No, Master, please! I meant your nipples, your nipples.’ He ignored the tears and counted out. "Morning my Precious, I had the most pleasant dream last night." It wasn't a dream, Harry." It wasn't? Kelly was here?"She shimmied with pleasure."She most certainly was. She got off work and stopped by to see if anything was happening. I thought I heard someone at the door and went to check. She was ready to crawl into bed and wake you up to Lady Kay's cunt in your face, but I convinced her that Arthur needed his sleep. She was pouting most enchantingly so we compromised and fucked on the bed..