I didn’t tell Connor about the occasional trysts I had with Mr. Talbot during breaks when Connor was busy scraping, painting or delivering produce.O...e day Connor came into the store to let me know he was taking a break and to meet him in one of our usual spots around the back of the storage building. A few minutes later I was able to take my break, and went to meet him. When I came around the corner, I saw Connor standing there with his zipper down and his fully erect cock already in his hand,. The pain from the nipple clamps had become less intense, so I tried to think straight. He'd given me a task to perform for my punishment, and would only let me go once I'd completed it. I had to write something sexy for him.I tried to think of an erotic story to write, but my mind went blank. I hadn't written any fiction in years, although I'd always meant to take it up again. I couldn't even think of a rudimentary plot. After a few minutes thinking, with a painful interlude of shocks, I. Sometime earlier, my drowsy brain informed me someone (you) reached out and held me. There was something more than lust or friendship in the way you looked at me. I'd caught you unguarded. Terror, blankness, and finally casual mirth settled across your face. You called me "sleepyhead" and bid me awake as you fled to the bathroom. Questions of what it meant on my lips.But you'd already gone.The you that was my friend reappeared in my living room. The you that invited me to lunch and brightened. He only managed 5 or 6 upward thrusts into my mouth before a torrent of red-hot cum erupted, splashing all over my face and dribbling down onto my tits. There were no shortage of girls and boys ready to clean up and carry me over to the massage table.The hastily created plan was to reprogram the bikini bottoms to detect anal activity and de-sensitise my arse with a mixture of slippery anal lubricant and gels, so that any penetration wouldn’t interfere with cuntal activity. Once Matt completed.