He was wearing sweatpants and I could see his cock twitching and coming to life underneath them but it was obvious that he was being held down by his ...boxers underneath. I pressed my palm against his shaft and tried to get a sense of his length and girth, I could feel him throbbing...it felt right. I knew then I needed to release his cock and see it properly.I placed my hands on the waistband of his trousers, making sure I gripped his boxers too and he raised his hips for me. I slowly slid them. ‘Turn around, this will hurt a little’. He lubed the plug up, but didn’t warm my ass up, he just forced the plug in, with one hard push, then slapped my ass hard. Some guys said something, my master replied and they nodded and laughed! What was going on! I pulled my shorts up, and we walked to his car. ‘You ok slave? You’re very quiet.’‘I’m ok master, I wasn’t expecting it to start from the first few minutes like that, I was hoping to start it in private, that’s all!’‘You’re my slave, I wanted. Even the Yaru came in only a close second.Master Jo was another matter entirely. There was less wow factor and more worship, because the old master and his quiet philosophy, which they had been exposed to in a diluted and bastardized form from me, they were now getting straight from the source. They loved it, and they loved him. I was right there with them — no one who loved stick work could fail to be."You have done an admirable job with these two students." He told me, to my astonishment.. "O.K., Honey. I understand that it would make you feel uncomfortable to talk about it." Jennifer felt nervous relief. "I mean, it was like, we both did something awkward for the other, you know? Like, it was..." MOM!" Ryan jolted his mother out of her anxious state. "Really ... can we stop?" Jennifer took another breath."O.K. Thank you, Sweetheart."Jennifer gave her son a peck on the cheek and a hug. She felt grateful that, while she had gone off the deep end for a while, the results seemed to.