He ran the tails of the flogger on the inside of my thighs, I moaned and started to beg: “Master, please, fuck me.”He smiled at me. “I like it w...en you are begging, puppet.”He pinched my left nipple really hard. I squirmed and squealed. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed him, I needed him to use me. I looked at him, tears in my eyes “Please, please, Master, please make me come.”He pulled both my nipples really hard. I gasped. “Look at me, puppet.”, he whispered. “You will come when I tell you. And I was really late. Hopefully he was busy yelling at someone else. That way I could get off the hook easily. It wasn't likely though, because when I walked in, he was giving me the stink eye from afar. I gave my brief hellos to a few fellow employees before making my way to the back room to put on my work apron. The swinging door opened behind me, and there he was, raging as I had hoped he wouldn't be. "You're an hour late. I hope you know I'm taking that hour off your paycheck." Jack. It seems more preparation is in order. You take a firmer hold on my breasts, pulling me tighter against your body. I can feel your rock hard cock pressing against my ass. You squeeze each breast moving your hand towards my nipples and then tug on the nipple, extending and then releasing it. Despite my anticipation of what is to come, the squeezing and pulling is almost therapeutic, like a stress relieving massage. You sense my reaction and start to focus solely on my nipples pulling and shaping. This was nothing like what I had in mind for my marriage. It was sick and wrong. I loved it! We would go out of town and I’d sit at a classy bar while the guys made their advances. I’ve seen guys make total fools out of themselves with her. She gets studs, though. Always. This story is about a typical Saturday night. We drove to Bakersfield, got a room and prepared for another crazy night.Carol brought a very sexy pleated skirt and top that showcased her legs and breasts. Nylons and medium.