Gasping, I froze, feeling an angry red line searing into my supple skin.Master pressed the length of the crop on my ass. "Enough grinding, you little ...lut. I don't want you coming yet."My thighs burned from the crop and I whined in despair as much from being commanded to stop as from the sting. Master scraped the coarse leather up my spine to my neck. There, he tapped again."So, have you been a good little slut this week?”The question was couched in softness, belying the harsh reality of my. I had my very hard cock in my hand and I was beating off. Steph had now spread her legs and was rubbing her shaved pussy and pulling on her clit. Steph told me she thought his big cock looked great and that it was at least as big as my cock. We were so close to them and we made sure that we were talking loud enough that they heard everything we were saying. Steph had a couple of her fingers inserted deep into her very wet pussy. They glanced at us to see that we were rubbing ourselves and each. She smiled her sweetest smile, kissed me and licked her index finger. I could see how she slowly circled around her slit, ever so slowly inserting her finger. Soon I could hear her sex juice make little splash sounds as she began to masturbate more intensely. She started breathing hard as she approached her clit. I knew how she moved her fingers inside herself, how she got wetter and wetter, how her pussy juice tasted from many times of mutual masturbation, licking and sex. Indeed, we had had. Mr. Case stood up right in front of me; he again reached down to his crotch and adjusted himself. It was then that I saw just how big his package was. It was straining against his fly and it looked like it was huge. He took his time adjusting himself.Then he said, "Let's go to my office. I need to figure out what I am going to do with you."I stood and followed him to his office; I was going nuts trying to understand what I was in for. Almost every day I would masturbate, fantasizing about.