Her husband’s ministrations were making her as wet as she’d ever been, lips and beard both tantalizing her breasts. She caressed the soft hat atop...his head, reaching down with the other hand to run her fingertips over his hard cock. Aching to be touched after less than a minute, she whispered near his ear. “Would Santa like to taste his cookie now?” He answered not with words, but action. After a final, hard suck that pulled her nipple out and let it snap back, setting her breast to jiggling,. After bath she came outside crying and told me that she will resign to this work. i told her not to do it. i convinced her not to do so. i told her that only in front of me you are like my wife but to the outside world you are the same old widow, who never sees other male.she ignored me and took her bag and was going outside but i held her hand and dragged to my room. i locked my room and convinced her once again. i told her that till you get confidence on me i wont fuck you. after so many. "Well, well, well!" she said, "What do we have here?" I looked up at her trying to look like I was pleading, trying to will her to untie me. But she just went back to the door, pulled in her trolley and closed the door. She looked down at me, "I recognize you," she said. "You're supposed to be doing a room inspection, aren't you?" All I could do was nod. "Well," she said, "You've fucked that up, haven't you?" I moaned and nodded, still pleading with my eyes. "You're wanting me to untie you?" I. .Julia broke down again at this point. It was some time before she could continue.Master Lionel was hardly into sex at all – he just enjoyed inflicting pain. At first it was restraint and non-marking things; electric shock, extended teasing and denial, suspension by my ankles. Gradually, he became more and more into marking me until the last week I was whipped and beaten while hanging, either by wrists or ankles. Only my face was unmarked. I don’t know what would have happened if Master Bruce.