Some part of him was hoping that this was just a joke, or a fantasy. Maybe this was one of the guys he'd shared his perverted fantasies with, maybe th... guy was just trying to fulfil that. Probably, nothing he was saying he was true. The guy was probably just going to play with him a little and let him go, right? That had to be it. "Mmm, where to even start," John said. "I know your ass has seen plenty of action, so we could start there, see exactly what you can take before it really starts to. The squeezing starts at a steady, slow build, but loses control and starts to jerk. My clit is visibly throbbing against his massive shaft, which has been rubbing the sensitive bead this whole time, and he brings his fingers down to press, gently feeling the twitching rigidity of my clit. He starts growling as his touch eggs my orgasm on longer and longer, the walls of pussy undulating desperately to get to the prize inside of his sack.I feel it. A pulse, faint, then stronger, then like a thick. I appreciate the work you have done of me for the pleasure of my Master.” “Pretty words,” she said and took my feet down from the stirrups. She took the attachments off, lowered the chair and told me to stay where I was while she consulted with Alice. Another phone call was made and I started to worry that I was in deep trouble. I knew this feeling; I had felt it countless times with my master. I sat with my hands in my lap, suddenly shy over sitting bottomless and shaved in the barber’s chair.. She was white as a sheet."Hello? Mr. Harding? It is William Smythe-Willoughby here -"Karen suddenly woke up and went running into the room from where the voice was coming."- and I need to talk to you about something. I am sorry, Mr. Harding, something has just come up. May I ring you back later? Yes. Thank you. Goodbye."I shuffled into William's study after her, my nipples hurting like hell.By the time I made it into the study Karen was already sitting in a chair opposite William, a small table.