Taylor was a jazz musician, so he was free most days, and it was a daily challenge for Kendra to leave his very muscular, tousled-hair, warmth in the ...mornings. Kendra walked in the door, dropped her briefcase, and sighed. She was about to flop into the nearest chair when she noticed a red envelope sitting conspicuously on the coffee table. She leaned over and picked it up. ‘KENDRA XOXO,’ it said it sprawling black letters that she recognized as Taylor’s. Intrigued, she opened the envelope.. " Walter did as he was told. As he did, Dominique fastened him to it with two wide, black nylon straps with cinch buckles. Then he secured each of Walter's ankles to a different part of the bench. He did the same with either wrists. Now Walter was seated, in a laid back posture. Even had he wanted to get up, he couldn't have. The way he was strapped in, as well as the weight of the bench, would have made it impossible to get up!Dominique stood and surveyed Walter, and the bench and straps that. “Ach! Andrew. Isn't it a little early for spring training?” The teen stared. In the chair was a man who looked just like Santa Clause. He was mostly bald with just a ruff of snow white hair over his ears and around the back of his head. He face was so fat, his eyes were almost hidden. He had a nubbin of a nose barely large enough to support his rimless glasses. The man sported a full beard, as white as his hair. For some reason, Andrew didn't think that beard was a fake.The man stood. He was. ” I say teasing. “I’ve been bad, spank me.” I feel the whip against my hip this time harder, “Oh yeah, just like that.” I say. My head is swirling with excitement. I’ve always wanted to play like this and to be able to trust someone so completely. My heart is aching with affection for Donnie. I feel him rub his cock against my already warm wetness, he rubs himself between my thighs, I close my legs to wrap around him. I smile as I hear him moan, “I was not expecting that.” He said. I can feel.