I had been naked but for a pair of her warm panties, I liked that!She wore frilly one's for me, then when I had undressed, she would make me take her ...anties off, real slow as well, making me touch them with every inch they went until they slipped off her legs and onto mine!She made me smell them too, deep in the crutch, then she would tell me to slip them on and fondle myself!I didn't need telling twice!The basement was kitted out for bondage, camera's too, there was a cage on the floor, big. "Yank cattleman. Seeing the consul and the CSIRO on Monday and was wearing jeans and a cowboy hat."He laughed. "I'm sure you'll get him more suitable clothes, sir." Right. I thought some shirts, a tie or two, and footwear." Might I suggest, sir. With that suit, a blue shirt picking up the pinstripe would be most fashionable." Yes. I guess I could see that."Charlie came back, the leg lengths were marked, he went to resume his clothes. "Can they be done quickly?" I'll check." He picked up a. I flinched as he said, "Don't forget, tonight is not about you." I come back to my senses; a warm sensation seems to be sitting right in my clit. I can feel juices run down to my ass as I digress back to my dream. I watched him as he undressed; his body was so beautiful and pale, his body was wide and toned, his ass was fit and plump, his legs long and thick and his beautiful dick straight up, staring at me. He again climbed on the bed, his hard cock meeting my wetness. He said "This is gonna. Of course, the reality was that, by this point in the summer, Terry would never dream of complaining about any of Serge’s punishments because he knew he was the Man’s fuck-bitch and, as such, the Man had every right to treat Terry however he felt like.Terry had been a virgin when Serge took the boy as his fuck-bitch and ****d Terry’s tight little boy-ass. It had happened the first time the boy had been confined to his cabin during an overnight camping adventure. Taking the man’s big dick up.