She turned the light out and was asleep in minutes, I couldn’t sleep and got up, she stirred and I said “I’m going for a drink at the bar”, �...OK” she answered.The bar was quite full and on the comfy seating was a large woman, at least 20 stone, she said to me “Come and sit here” as I sat down she said her name was Maria, we got talking and she was a rep spending most of her time travelling up and down the Country selling whatever it was. She was married but virtually never gets to go home. He too looked at my hand and my face in turn. After my hand touched his cock, that was the first time that he looked at my face.I felt things are getting handy as expected. He is not alarmed any more and is just going to let things happen. Now the ball is in my court. I for the first time took his cock firmly in my fist and slowly moved it up and down its full length. Every time I made sure to expose his cock head to its full stretch. It was the first time I am seeing his cock in its full. After a few drinks we went to get something to eat, thats when things got interesting. After we ordered she when to freshing up i watched as she walked towards the lady's she turned back at me and with her hand told me to come over i took a look around then walked over she pulled me in to the toilet with her just being in there with her made me hard my heart started to beat faster she gave me her bag while she fixed her make up my heart started to slow down but my cock was still hard. Then she. In this position, there is no need to secure my legs, but the rope is still tied round my ankles. Mistress Chelsea picks the end of the rope up in her hand and I hear it swishing through the air a split second before the soft cords stings across my ass. Mistress Chelsea laughs as I cry out. She continues laughing at my pain as she wraps the rope around each thigh and ties it to the bench, pulling my thighs tighter to the frame. The final position is uncomfrtable, my knees under the bench.