Or at least trying to. Every time she swung her hips, she brushed her ass against the back of my hand. I expected her to shift around to avoid bru...shing me with her ass, but she didn’t. I was a bit nervous, being the gentleman that I am I didn’t want her to think that I was feeling her up so I just kept my hand at my side. This doesn’t mean that I wasn’t enjoying her dance. After two songs she was still rubbing against me. I decided to be bold. I turned my hand. Notwithstanding the painkillers I felt my neck protesting but I was too far gone to care. Just a couple more strokes was all it would have taken but just as I started to groan with relief she took her hand away and left my erection throbbing in empty air. “Please, don’t stop! Not now …” “I’ve other patients to attend to. I’ll see you later.” She left the room without another word and once again I willed my arms to co-operate but it was totally useless. The next hour seemed to drag into eternity. ?Yes, Daddy, beat me for being white. I’m so sorry, Daddy, I’ve been such a bad boy. I’m just a stupid, little-cocked, white boi who deserves to be punished. Take out your frustrations on me, Master. I promise I’ll do anything you say.?Those words would prove to be the wrong thing to say.Grabbing Scott forcefully by the arm, practically dislocating his shoulder from the socket, this overwhelming Dominant pillar of masculinity pulled him towards the Master Bedroom. Scott felt a ray of hope.. The storewas of moderate size but not well known. After selecting some clothes totry on my wife dragged my into the changing room and she began to stripme of my clothes roughly.Although I was thoroughly enjoying what was happening, I was a little offput due to the fact that my wife is a little reserved when it comes tosexuality activities. I let her finish all the while anticipating whatwas to come next when to my horror and surprise she pulls out a small yetobliviously very sharp syringe from.