I saw her licking her lips and tasting both of our cum which she licked from my dick. And then she tried to get up from bed.I asked her, “Where are ...ou going?”She replied, “To pee”I slapped her boobs as hard as possible and said, “Who the fuck will say Master you bitch?”She smiled and replied, “O…O…sorry Master”I said, “Okay, lets go and pee.”She just winked and licked my dick once more and got down from the bed. I walked to the washroom with her. What she did inside the washroom gave me a. I was then taken in through the side door and placed into a booth where my hands and feet were chained, this allowed me to get up and move around slightly, but not leave the booth. A red light was then switched on and the covers removed from the slots in the wall. For the first 5 minutes, nothing happened, but then there was a small white cock pushed through the hole for me to suck. I thought what the hell is happening I should be on holiday, not here as a slut earning money for someone else.I. I can't have this feminine garment round my dick I thought. What if ithad been left there by a rapist, serial killer or bank robber? I mightget excited and then there would be my DNA on the pantyhose and I wouldget fitted up for some crime I had not committed."Don't worry about the boxer shorts, try me on," said the voice insidemy head.Now, you are going to think I am slow on the uptake. Perhaps you thinkyou would have worked out by "Surrender to me" that it was the pantyhosetalking? Or. Now he wanted to be nothing like him. Nothing like him at all. Jesse never wanted to abuse boys who were smaller and weaker than him — he knew every boy had a mean streak in him somewhere, but no, he would never do this to another human being. This time did not hurt like the last time. Jesse did not know why, but he was very happy about that. In his mind, he envisioned that his ass had changed shape the last time he was raped by Roy, and that now, he was, more or less, a custom fit for his.