I grabbed my cock hard and stroked it as I looked at her snap. She pinched her nipples as she moaned a little. Her moans started growing as she presse...d her boobs. She arched a little and shivered with a loud moan at the snap’s end.That was her orgasm. I felt as if I stroked hard. Within a minute, I released my cum. The orgasm was so strong that a few drops flew across and landed on my chest. I was breathing heavily as I came. I managed to take a snap of that and send it to her.She said she. ” I kept my phone at the front of the table. All of his conversation with me was recorded on my phone. I played the full recording. Tushar listened to it very carefully since the beginning.“Now tell me, How good you were a slave? Did you repeat my words exactly after my speaking?”“I overdid ‘Sir’ in all the linesmistress.” I loved his loyalty towards me.“Is it acceptable?” We were heading there firmly.“No Mistress,” Tushar said.I took the cane up from the ground. Tushar couldn’t see me at the. ”Thwack!“Four. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”Thwack!“Five. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please.”Thwack!“Six. Thank you, Master.”When he had finished, the Master ordered his slave to kneel, and stood in front of him."Caning you has made my cock hard and uncomfortable. Undo my trousers and kiss my shorts, slut."The slave obeyed."No good, slut. I'm still hard. Pull my pants down."The slave pulled his Master's pants down and watched as his thick cock sprang up in front of. During my summer stupor he made more frequent contact but not so much to cheer me up as to join me in drunkenness. He found my companionship useful when pursuing the opposite sex. Josh liked to party, to flirt, to drink, to smoke pot, to snort cocaine, and to pick up girls. Being a good looking guy and easy going and funny, he found success often. My presence actually increased his success in both quantity and quality. I enabled him to join women at bars who would normally not appreciate his.