I think about his rough hands on my soft skin. My reverie is interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing. I hear his boots on the w...ooden floor, coming closer to the room. My Master smiles at me as he walks in and puts his hostler on the dresser.Walking over to the bed, he leans over and passionately kisses me. He then grabs my side and turns me over on my tummy, tying my hands to the headboard. He smacks his hand on my ass hard, making me cry out in pain and pleasure. Another. . it's your decision. Do what you think is right. I'll accept that, whatever you decide."She studied me for a while longer. We had finished the meal, and were waiting for the waiter to remove the plates. When he had done so and we had declined a dessert, she looked up at me."Alright. Let's do it. It beats the hell out of flying these days. As you said, it gives me three more days of vacation. Let's do it." Great! What time would you like me to pick you up in the morning? Eight o'clock too. "“Hey!” Calvin protested unconvincingly.“And last, but not least,” Dave went on, “take a really good look at yourself, will you? We don’t have the same definition of… muscle definition.”Enough was enough.Charisma lost her patience: “You, son of a…” screamed, as she tried to slap him. Dave blocked her hand and twisted her wrist behind her back. Caught by surprise, Charisma grew even more frustrated. “You’re not acting like a very good hostess,” said Dave, “I’m sure my guest isn’t feeling very. She seemed to relish being kissed, as her arms wrapped around my neck and I could feel her breath heavily through her nose. I slid my hand down her back and over her soft young butt, picking her up and carrying her over to the couch. I sat her down on the couch, pulling down the zip of my trousers, releasing my raging hard cock. Her eyes seemed to light up and her mouth seemed to salivate as she saw my hard on. She took my cock in her hand, stroking me softly before taking my cock into her.