My erection a clear signal that he has me under his control.He ties a cord around my scrotum, above my balls and on the other end of the cord he ties ...a weight, which he sets swinging, as it starts to slow down he orders me to keep it swinging and I obediently move my hips back and forth. Then he takes my cock in one hand and starts to slowly masturbate me while, with his other hand, he begins to pinch, pull and twist my nipples again. working on each one in turn. Next, still masturbating. I panted, trying to relax to accommodate his size. “That feels so fucking good!”He chuckled softly, “I haven’t even started yet!” He began to thrust into me hard and fast, reaching around to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples. All rational thought was obliterated as his paced picked up, and I found myself grinding back against him, moaning into the wall.“I’m about to come!” I cried out.He quickly withdrew long enough to spin my body around, pressing my back against the wall and pinning my. 20 he decided to get a flyer and leave a little early. Because of staff shortage the boss had already told us by phone to close for lunch at 12.30.Just before 12.30 I was starting to lock up when the door opened and I was confronted with the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. She was about 25, tall, maybe 5'9" and sensually slim. This being accented by the tight white T shirt and short, (yes this was the era of the micro skirt) pleated plaid skirt. Her legs made to look even longer by the. I'm just going with the flow." She gave a twitch of a grin. "So you owe me nothing. On the other hand, if you'd like to tell me more about Mary Jamieson, I'm all ears. I confess I find her a fascinating woman."She flushed. "Please, Paul. That just makes it worse."I took her hands in mine. "I'm sorry. I'll listen quietly."She was quiet for a minute as though marshalling her words. "Although I come from up North, there's more than a hint of Spanish blood in me. Family tradition has it that it was.