He had some magazines in his room and I could hear him masturbate to them, beautiful women showing what I had, no wonder he was finding me hot. In my ...wn small way I liked how he found me sexy, like our uncle, who had rented this villa, he was all over me when he had been drinking a lot, and I gave him liberties, because he gave me gifts, he was my secret Santa, and made for a good subject matter in my head, whenever I needed a dirty thought to get off on one, reliable old uncle, was my. You can lean forward and lick and nip at them, until they become hard and perky. I pull my top down to release them and let you get to them, and you can touch, and suck them properly. I feel so wet and need you so much, that I am rubbing myself against your hard cock. I unzip you and move down, your hands leave my hard nipples and are tangled in my long hair. I feel your hard cock and I slide the head into my mouth, flicking and swirling my tongue round the tip and taste your pre-cum. I lick. Please no more. Please don’t hurt me anymore. Please don’t hurt me, Ms. Beck.??Smart boy,? She grinned.Ms. Beck stepped forward with the whip and cracked it again, inches away from my face. She smiled when I flinched.Ms. Beck put the bullwhip away and pulled off her gloves. I hung there silently, tasting the blood from my split lip. She stood next to me, reaching up to unlock my shackles. I felt her warm body brushing against mine and started to cry.?Okay, I know,? Ms. Beck said, holding me. I gave the breast that I knew belonged to my wife a little squeeze, and pulled on the nipples and then took my three steps back. We were finally told to remove our blindfolds. I took mine off and looked up to see my wife standing there in front of me. She had a bit of an annoyed look on her face at first. Then she smiled and leaned into me saying, "You'd better have gotten that right, but was it really necessary to take all that time on the other wives' breasts before you knew they weren't.