A couple more slaps to my face followed before he turned his attention to my tits and started to slap and punch on them. I cried out in pain and tried...to move away and off to one side, but he grabbed my hair and pulled me back up in front of him, "Going somewhere you fuckin' shit' he said. He reached down and took off his belt, "Turn around" he ordered me and I slowly moved around on the bed until my back was to him. "Let's see how you like this you fuckin' cunt" he said as the first stroke of. She knew he was loyal and respected him for it. Once, she had hit him absent-mindedly with her riding crop when a friend, if that was the word, was present. Of course nothing was said, but later she happened to hear this woman telling her servant, her servant mind you, that he should not have to put up with such behaviour. She smiled with the recollection of his answer. “What my mistress, whom I am honoured to serve, chooses to do to me is her business and mine and I would thank you not to. ”“I hope so. I’d hate to have to hurt you. Did you turn in your form?”“Yes, Mistress…as soon as I arrived.” I patted his cheek, telling him he was such a good boy. I led him back upstairs to give him his reward. I removed my blouse and bra, invited him to my lap so he could suckle—he was such a good boy. Now to begin building him back up.Gerald cried when I got my period. He felt like he was a failure. I had to explain that the timing had to be just right. I told him I knew of several. I wanted to fuck her then and there but she had told me not to as she was a virgin. I was sad hearing that. But she kissed the tip of my tool which sent chills through my spines. I asked her to give me a blowjob which she denied. Then I got up and had an awesome experience of boobsjob. My tool was sliding in between two soft big milk factories. I couldn’t control much and came out soon. But squeezing her boobs and ass and fingering her pussy had made it hard again. We both covered ourselves.