The hood totally obliterated my identity and the thought made me even harder. Thinking of anonymously fucking my rubber whore made my dick pulse and j...mp. Running my slick hands over my body I gripped my black cock and began to stroke it. Alice entered the room, drinks in hand, eyes hungrily taking in the sight of my transformation. Placing the drinks on a table she came up behind me and reached around, grabbing my cock.“Everything fit?” She breathed into my ear giving me mild a shiver.“Quite. Man: As she begins gathering things, I run down and throw on a pair of board shorts and a tank top before going to the bridge. Checking the autopilot program, I see that it has run to completion and that we are a few miles south of the U.S. border, anchored off the coast of Mexico. Looking towards shore and seeing the rolling dunes typical of the barrier islands along the Gulf Coast, I set about programming the next part of our journey. I hear her coming and look up. Crossing to her, I take. We prefer these smaller café's as the people here are always generally warmer, more friendly."Her demeanor changed almost immediately. Whatever irritation she'd shown previously melting as though butter on the grill. Going even so far as to smile, offer coffee and a quick promised return."I assume that you're interested in seeing if she'll play," Paul ventured, the hand upon his prick stroking firmer, yet slow. "I'm not sure honey," he added. "She was rather irritated with us when we first came. Each time you do not count or thank me, one extra stripe is added. Do you understand?” “Y-yes, Master,” whispered kata dully. She did not know what weapon He was using, and the thought tortured her. She knew that in the contract He had stipulated that His punishments would not draw blood or do permanent damage, but that was little comfort. An experienced Master would know many ways of making a girl feel pain without marking her. K-WWHAPP! The weapon, which kata now knew to be a wet towel, came.