I held it tight, excited about what is to come. Master let me play with him, I could feel him watching, faint smile visible through the mist. "Good bo...," he whispered to my ear. I was afraid he would kiss me, I do not like kissing. I like...well dominance. But Master didn't kiss me, he just reached over and started to feel me up. Gently inspecting my penis and my scrotum. I didn't know if I can jerk him off here, or well...suck him, so I decided that I will wait for his guidance, command if you. "Okay," I said. "Okay, but don't tell anyone." You're the one who advertised on the goddamned internet," Mike said. Seth pushed his foot against my face. "Suck my toes," he said.I ran my tongue over the rough, hard skin of his big toe. He had a callous on the side, and dirt between the toes. I licked it up. It gritted between my teeth. I sucked his big toe, and he tottered above me. "Let me sit down," he said.He positioned himself on the couch, the other two guys on either side, and I lay. She was completely aware of her body, her every muscle and feeling. To them she seemed defiant, in touch with her sexuality. It was arousing to watch, and so very rare. In the midst of the hip-swinging, foot-tapping throng, she seemed like a flower, a goddess. Her uniqueness was her beauty, her selfish sensuality. She took pleasure alone, and needed no other, while she could dance. The song built up to a climax- so did she. Her movements became wilder, yet utterly controlled, in that only a. I didn't want to open a door and wake up a servant, so I was going to leave and call it a day. I was passing the door to the cellar when I heard a noise. I slowly opened the door. Luckily, it was well oiled and didn't squeak. I went down a step at a time and listened for another noise. The sharp crack of a whip and a muffled whimper was heard. I pulled out my roscoe and continued down the stairs.What I saw really burned me up! A white woman was chained to the wall with the top half of her dress.