That's right," he said, "Are you ready to begin?" Yes Master," she said. He drew his arm back and she tightened up preparing for that first swat. He h...ld back for a moment, waiting… When he saw her start to relax, he struck.WHAP! The paddle landed solidly on her left ass cheek. She screeched in pain as the paddles effect raced up her spine. He gave it a moment to settle in before continuing.WHAP! A second swat found its mark on her right ass cheek. Now she had a matching pair of red splotches. He needed to rest a while.Glancing around, he noticed something in the distance. It was a derelict cabin. Only the old wooden frame was intact with a Corrugated metal roof, just covering half of the skyline. The Window was hanging on the frame, and the door was missing. Inside there was a rusted metal bed frame with a filthy mattress on top. The bed sheltered under the part of the roof which was not damaged. Max decided to rest for a couple of hours. Under a section of the roofing which fell. She asked me to stand and she pulled my tights down to my ankles, she was at eye level with my cock which was oozing precum she playfully kissed my bell end and took it in her mouth just holding it in her lips tasting my juice, her mouth was warm and wet it was so sexy, then she released my cock and stood up, she undid her jodhpurs and I pulled them down to the top of her boots, she wasn’t wearing any knickers which surprised me, “Don’t your wear knickers under these?” I asked, “No I never. Krushank handed her a bottle of Sapporo. “What do you feel like, moo shu pork? Roast duck? Yo choi with oyster sauce? Salt and pepper shrimp?”He seemed totally comfortable. Perhaps he hadn't been watching. Maybe it was some kind of office-wide security thing. She took the proffered bottle. She didn't really want to drink too much – she planned to be driving in a short while. Watching Mr. Krushank carefully, she took a slow sip, delaying conversation. “Maybe some yo choi, please. Is.