Master John came to me and sneered, as he looked me over. He began smacking my tits with his open hand. Stinging with each slap then rubbing them. He ...ulled a chair and sat himself in front of me, so close I could feel his breath upon me. He leaned in and began to play with my nipples, pulling on them and pinching them. He would release them as he would twist and began again, repeating this before placing one in his mouth.“I have to say the only complaint I have with these tits is that they. ”“Of course.”“But I’ll talk to Liora. Maybe we can ... make an exception.” She smiled, and rose on her toes, kissing me. “And I do owe you. That wasn’t how I wanted the night to end.”“Me either.” I turned, seeing the lights of a car sweep over the block, approaching the apartment. “I’ll be back and forth a lot of the time,” I said quickly. “But I hope to see you again. I’d like to see more of – well, everything.”“You will.”I slid into the open door of the cab, packages rustling beside me.. You laugh as you reach in and grab hold of the plug. Pushing it in and pullingit out. I can only grunt into the gag. What did I do that was this bad? Please,no more of the paddle. I can't take it! Flog me all afternoon, but no morepaddle! You stop moving the plug and rub my ass cheeks. I hear the click of the cameraagain. This is so humiliating and I haven't even had an orgasm yet!!!! You reach between my legs and fondle my ball sack, feeling and rolling thecontents. I can only moan.. It made me realize the level of neglect we had been showing each other for quite a while. What made it worse was his reaction. He simply rolled over away from me and mumbled."Not tonight honey. Too tired."At first, I was pissed off. Too tired! Too tired? Too tired to get a blow job? Is there such a thing? Then a great sadness rolled over me. It appeared things were worse than I had thought. Had he been having an affair? I doubted that because there simply was little to no opportunity. He was.