He really hated the taste of his Master’s spunk.“Now clean my cock with your tongue until every drop has gone. Don’t forget to pull my foreskin ...back and clean the head.”“Yes, Master.” The slave dutifully set about his task until all traces of spunk had gone.“Stand up,” ordered the Master. He could see that the slave’s cock was stiff and wet. “I didn’t give YOU permission to have an erection, slut. Bend over, part your legs and prepare to start counting.”The slave bent over, his cock still. I had gone to sleep early, very tired, but now – according to my cell phone/alarm clock – it was 2:17 AM, and my body & brain have decided to awaken – a good 3-4 hours ahead of schedule. I hate when this happens because now, if I stay up, my sleep schedule will be out of sorts tomorrow. …and I still don’t really know why I awoke. Ok, I was a little sweaty – easily remedied by pulling off the top cover. That done, roll over to get comfortable again, and see if I can’t get back to sleep… Sigh.. So I hitched her up to the machine and put the electronds on her tits and clit and started the process. She started screaming and crying. I gave her 3 lashes to the stomach and told her if she didn’t sop screaming she would get 3 for every scream. She stopped as the effect of everything on her was taking her to never never land. I left her there and went and got my breakfast. When I returned she was a mass of sweat and moaning with pleasure. I gave her a kiss and left.When I returned 3. With deep green eyes, ebony hair and more muscles than any man, popular or otherwise should have. He is the wet dream for every girl and a few guys in the school, Anya knew she would always regret what happened between them. Two years before on her sixteenth birthday things had gotten pretty well…heated between them. They had their first drinks together and one thing had led to another and they had started making out, while at first nice, Anya had a sneaking suspicion that something was wrong..