Tenfor each day she was away in Sydney. Gagged this way. I could not reallycount or say the word fifty. I said the word fifty. I knew from pastexperie...ce that if my Mistress did not hear or understand what I wastrying to say. The lash would not be counted. So I also knew the whippingwould not stop at the word one. I felt before I heard the swish of thefirst stroke. I knew not where on my body the lashes would land. The first two were across my shoulders. It must have been a long leatherthronged. He gripped my hips and I ground down on top of him, before leaning forward and slowly rising up the length of his shaft until I could feel his bell end straining at my ring. I paused and slid back down his shaft, savouring the feeling of being so full of cock, before rising again. I soon got into a rhythm, bouncing on his hard meat, my own cock stiff yet mobile, slapping against my stomach on every upstroke.Nick’s hands were willing me to go faster, lifting me by my waist and then pulling me. I saw her staring at my body from the mirror but didn’t react.This start happening again and again she started wearing deep cut blouses to seek my attention. I started feeling strange for her and I also started noticing her.One day she was cooking food in night dress it was of black colour and I could clearly see her outline of panty through it. My cock started getting erected and she noticed it. She smiled at me I felt shy and went to my room after sometime she called me for lunch and I. It looked and tasted fantastic.By the time we were drinking the last glass of the two extra bottles of bubbly, I asked Greg, realising that he had drank rather a lot and probably wasn't fit to drive, "have you got far to go home?" No, not really, but I think we'll walk. I have drunk far too much to risk crashing my parent's favourite sports car" he replied, honestly.But then, when our glasses were empty and we were having a cappuccino, Greg insisted we have a sweet liqueur with our coffee. It.