He pushed his fingers into my crack at the top of my scrotum and pulled them up to the top of my ass, distributing the oil around my brown hole and nether regions. Then he squirted some more onto my cheeks, smearing it around and covering my entire ass. The heat started to release and it magnified the intensity of the redness my ass had become from the spanking. I thought… “It must be done already.” I couldn’t have been more wrong. “I want you to stand up,” came the next command. I complied weakly, much of my energy one from the previous squirming. When I was up, he stood as well, towering above me. “Now lay down on the bed, with your hips on the edge and your legs straight out with only your feet touching the floor.” My master insured that my hips and ass were well supported. Then he stood and I could hear his belt unbuckling. Maybe he was getting naked? No. I heard him pull the belt into two halves, and then fold again… making four strips of leather just over a foot long. Hfe knelt on the bed beside me, again putting his left hand on the small of my back to hold me down. Moments later that belt came in contact with my red butt and the flash of lightning that came with it took my breath away. Tears formed in my eyes and a grimaced from the pain. The heated oil amateur began to warm up even more and my squirming intensified. SLAP! Came another blow and I let out an audible gasp. I was gasping for breath with tears coming down my cheeks. Three, four, five… the blows continued, each with a settling down period and I was full scale crying by now. “Stop, please… I’ll be good.” but the sixth blow came anyway. “Please!” I pleaded which was followed by seven, eight and nine. I was full scale crying now, begging, promising to be good, when at last I must have said the magic words… “I’ll do cumshot anything.” Master paused… and then reigned down the hardest, most brutal tenth stroke. My sobbing was inconsolable for a few minutes. Finally, I stopped. Master told me to stand up, and move in front of him. “You’ll do anything?” He asked, followed by, “Are you ready to be a perfect bitch?” I nodded meekly, weak and trembling. “Drop to your knees.” He commanded. I did, between his spread knees. He reached down and unbuttoned indian his pants, raised up and dropped his pants and boxers, revealing an absolutely spectacular cock and balls, completely erect, balls ready to burst. He sat back down and laughed at me.. Tear stained, painties still around my thighs, kneeling before him. “Get to work” was his only command and I knew exactly what to do. His cock was not the monster cock you’d imagine would be attached to such a giant, but it was a beautiful cock nonetheless. About 8 inches long, not quite fully hard with enough girth, texture, veining and heft to be impressive. Smooth as glass leading up to a cleanly waxed pubis. I leaned forward and, starting at the base, flattened my tongue around the shaft and licked all the way up to the head… slowly, to inflict as much pleasure and anticipation as possible. When I got to the top I swallowed the head and the first 2 or 3 inches before coming back up. With each subsequent stroke, I got a little more in. The amount of precum that he had been leaking during the spanking and especially now was making it easy to get it more situated in my throat. I could still feel his hands on me and the feel of him on my hands. Jake came on the little girl’s face, tits and body. He saw Amy first and started to ask something before he saw his amateur naked wife on all fours playing with indian herself. "You can if you want. Just then the vibrator which was still turned on, roll off the bed and thudded on the floor. The pleasure melted my mind. He brushed a patch of dirty blonde hair off of of his face and shook his dick at me again. Your wife and I were having an affair for cumshot many years. I hope I'm not blushing. “I’m frustrated, ” Kelly mused. That was a relief.