Roger affirmed and I was his for the taking, not quite knowing how it would be, would he be hard on me, would he really give me what for, but soon he was spanking me, tight jeans on, stretching them up withy braces like they were almost splitting me in half, he loved me in jeans, said that he had never seen an arse fit into jeans the way mine did, and how he dreamed of this moment that he could really let go. I felt then I will in for a real tanning and I wasn’t wrong, when he’d finished the hand spanking he brought out a bamboo cane to which he said I would have to relent, like it or not. Soon he was pounding the dust out of my jeans and it really stung each time he came down on me, hearing the which as he struck and the sound of bamboo contact my ass. I must have been in tears by the time he finished me with twenty strokes across my ass. I just relaxed and was glad it was over, but that was not the last of it - for then I was having to suffer the ordeal; of his mouth and tongue licking and sucking my so sore ass, and then the feel of his cock inside me once more, at least his fuck made it better and although my cheeks were still smarting, the sensual and wonderful feel of his fuck inside me again made it all worth while, the numbness set in and I was actually enjoying the numbness as Roger said I would.

“Now that deserves a whole lot of attention from you, Pete and you know what I mean, For the next half hour or so I was being smothered by cock, balls and ass as he nestled down astride me, sitting on my face. I felt him surging over me, rising just a little from time to time to allow me to breath. I enjoyed the experience, it felt so right and good, that he wanted the pleasure I could give in every way, and the way he took it, - I liked that, I always had this fantasy of wanting to be the servant to my master, Roger knew this and said I would be reaping the benefit of that, telling me how he wanted me, that I was always to be ready for him at his beckoned call. On the balls to do whatever he wanted. By the time he was finished, when he had cum strong over my face, he smeared his cum over my face, told me to express my tongue, to tease the end of his cock and tease out the rest of his milk, feeling it flow out like a fountain, the heat of it trickling down my throat. I was his for the taking, I smelt and tasted of him. He dragged me to the bathroom, still tied at the wrists behind me, ordered me to crouch over in large triangular bath, he places an air cushion for me to rest my tied hands. He showed me a hair brush and told me that he had to go off for ten and I must stay there, as I was, bent over and ready for him on his return, otherwise it would be twenty lashes of the brush across my ass. I felt sort of like an animal waiting for its master, but the experience was electric, wondering what he would do when he returned, then . I felt like a servant waiting to