Starting a scene for us, Master Brian told me that Ihad been a bad "girl" for making him ask so many questions to find outwhat I was wearing and what ...toys I had as we talked. I was to spankmyself with my paddle ten times on each ass cheek, as hard as I could.After each time I hit my own ass I told Master Brian how it stung. Thenhe had me put my butt plug in my asshole, and then I was to suck on mydildo so I could think about sucking his cock. As he told me how much hewanted to use and abuse me. The moonlight on the water. Do you know about Saturday night?”“No, I don’t think so.”“Well, this week it’s just us counselors. The kids come on Sunday. So, Saturday night, we all go skinny-dipping.”Annie thought at first that she was kidding. There were chaperones, after all. But Cassie was serious. “So, everybody comes down here and . . . I mean . . . naked.”“Yep. It’s really cool.” Cassie noticed that Annie was turning pale. “Don’t sweat it. Everybody else will be naked, too. The. You comply. From across the room, I admire your naked-ness standing at the foot of the bed. I walk over to you. Your loins tremble with anticipation. You to drop to your knees and unleash my hard cock, as it needs to escape the confines of my pants. "Good girl," I say. You immediately take it into your mouth, sucking on it as if was providing you needed nourishment. Mmm.. your hot mouth and slick tongue feel good. I pull away, and ask, “you like that?” “You want more?” A ‘yes’ escapes your. ‘My earliest memories are of pain,’ Simon closed his eyes as the memories and images that he had so religiously kept buried for so long flashed to center stage in his mind with a power and energy that belied their age and distance from the now. The smell of anticeptic stung his nose, ‘where am I, what happened.’ And then the pain hit him like wave, electrifying his senses to the point where they seemed they would fail then pulling back only to crash into him again. He wept openly the tears.