Grabbing my hair one more time, Bob pulled me off the bed, led me to the center of the room and ordered me to raise my arms up. I had thought before I... was going to be whipped and now I knew I would be. Bob tied me to the hook from the ceiling and when I was raised a bit off the ground, he went over and the three agreed on a single strand whip to use on me. "Okay Bill" Bob said, "You first" he added "Twenty lashes" he added and before I could brace myself a lash came across my back. Lash after. Then said haltingly "Brian sent me tickets to come and see him in Boston this weekend. I am catching a train."I nodded. "I see... were you planning on asking my permission?" I asked in the same casual manner.She looked away from me and bit her lip. She looked down at the floor. " I didn't know how to ask you without hurting you," she nearly whispered.I let several moments pass. She stood before me and fidgeted. Our relationship had evolved from the Master/slave hierarchy. I knew I could force. The whole scene was making me hard again. I am such a pig.I really wanted to know who this guy is, and stranger than that, I wantedto be his pig. I don?t know what overtook me, but I stood up, unlocked mydoor, and with my pants still around my ankles, made my way to his.The door was open. I tentatively pushed at it and there sat Brian, thebig, blonde foreman. Brian is a massive, muscular guy. I should haveguessed by the way he manhandled me in bed that he was no wimp. I lookeddown at this. One night after work, Debbie and I were on the deck. She was smoking as I had my shorts down around my ankles as she gave me a handjob. I enjoyed the outdoor exposure as she yanked hard on my short thick rod. She had my tip between her thumb and first finger and was pulling hard on it. Debbie was standing 90 degrees against me as she held the cigarette in her mouth. She whispered dirty things to stimulate me even more. I let her know that I was close to climax. Debbie's other hand was caressing.