"Niomi also was aware that this man was different from those in the village who wanted only one thing from her. The father and son were obviously cut ...orm the same cloth."In the morning," was all she could say."Yes, well then..." and the father stepped back and was gone."I have made dinner. I hope you enjoy it," she said motioning for Saburo to enter the small area where food was served."You really didn't have to..." he began."I wanted to. It is obvious in talking with you and your father that. We made an agreement that you wouldn’t try to break into the belt. If you don’t want to be in chastity, that’s fine, but if we do it, we do it MY way, and you are due for punishment.?Boland looked at his clenched fists. ?I-I love being your slave, Claudine. If you want to give me a whipping, I understand. If you want to whip me in front of Nettie Fomorowski, to humiliate me, I can deal with that, too.? Claudine and I exchanged an amused glance. It’s always funny when the sub wants to choose his. How he still complimented her cooking every night, even if she had never cooked venison before. She craved pleasing him, appreciating him the way he deserved. Sara pushed John onto his back and started to undo his belt and unbutton his BDUs. She pulled down his boxer briefs, and positioned herself on her stomach between her legs. He let out a long moan as her tongue hit the secret spot right under the head of his cock. She licked to the base and then all the way back up to the tip. Looking up. "Well, it sure was working so far... Lying on the table, I could alreadyfeel myself drifting as the heat and atmosphere of the place lured meinto a transformative sleep.-I was awoken by the touch of hands upon my back. They were rough butsensual, rubbing, pushing the stress from my skin. I felt like a newman, refreshed by my sleep. How long was I out?With my face to the ground, I could only see shadows of my masseur andthe silhouette of her legs as she walked around me.Whatever she was doing,.