Surely Lauren was caning me too hard, as though it was some judicial caning, and I reckoned that my bottom would be covered in blackened welts by the ...ime she had finished.Interestingly, if that was the right word, I found the fourth stroke a bit easier to take. Was Lauren letting up, or was I getting more used to it, I wondered? I was looking at her bare legs as they tensed and when the fifth stroke landed I was sure that she was caning just as hard and that I was coping better now. The sixth. She reached forward and wrapped her hand around it. She squeezed it. I showed her how to stroke it while gently applying pressure. She eventually got quite good at it, and soon my balls were boiling with cum. “Okay,” I said shakily, “The white stuff is going to come out soon.” I grabbed the tissue just in time. Ropes of cum shot out of my dick into the balled up tissue, some of it missing and hitting Swati in the stomach. I groaned involuntarily as my dick twitched after my orgasm had. It wasn't at all. When I got back upstairs, the first couple was already coming down. "Get me something to drink," the man said to me. I stared at him for a second. "Are you deaf?" he growled. The girl next to him, a tall, dark haired hooker who looked to be in her middle twenties, gave him a kiss and said, "I think she's new." She pulled me gently down the hallway and into the kitchen. She led me to a stool and I sat down. She went to the cupboard and opened it, took out two glasses. "First. Hard , hand , on my raised, almost bare ass , & i quiver , in sweet pain, & delight!! HE then grabs my hair , & pulls my head up , i look up @ HIS beautiful large soulful eyes , in abject surrender , HE then slaps the side of my face & says "Did I say you could look @ ME , you worthless cock slut ? " MMMMMMMMMMMMMM, moaning i just shake my head no, as my cock gets harder , & i feel a little pre-cum shoot out, my ass , & face are now both stinging, burning , from my MASTERS attention ,.