I was created for one thing.At 18 I was to start my training. Inaya was my trainer her name means (help,care and protection). She was 32 yo female. On... of the last women the Prince kept. She started me on a small plug and slowly worked me up to a very large plug. After the plugs she tied me down on my stomach to a bed. A self lubricating fuck machine was turned on. It ran for hours. She sat by my side the entire time, coaching me and running her fingers through my hair. She was so loving and. My eyes pinched closed of their own accord as the next ejaculation burst forth. Over and over again my cum surged up, relieving the pressure of three days of abstinence.“Yes! Oh yes!” she squealed.My cock continued to pulse long after the last dribble had escaped me. I panted hard for breath, and my eyes only opened when the shock of cool air kissing my cock ripped through me.She sat in front of me smiling, looking up at me with eyes alight. Her breasts were absolutely covered in streams of. For Joyce she had done this at least a thousand times .Chapter 3 - Its Time To Get WetIt was golden champagne time for Joyce, Master Mark , had fucked her pussy , ass & mouth before he had jizzed all over her face. Then totally naked except for a pair of short heels , Mark had her grab a bottle of wine & two glasses from underneath the bar , & they both shared a couple of glasses . Master Mark had to urinate so he pointed to his old lady to follow him into the bathroom , where Joyce. Again, the same routine was employed, go out, walk, jog, run and walk slowly around the area he was in – blast he wasn’t there! I was gutted, I decided to continue my exercise but up on the hillside is a broken bench and there was the guy that I was desperate to see, as I was desperate to find out what package he had under those joggers.I approached him and he of few words, suggested that we go further into the bushes, further up the hill. I am always cautious about outdoor activities.