May I have another, please.”
Thwack! xxx 18 “Nine. May I have another, please.”
Thwack! “Nine. Thank you, Master. Thwack! He trembled at the thought of the punishment that was about to follow. No sooner had he spoken, than a jet of hot milky semen shot out of his cock and onto the slave’s waiting tongue. Don’t forget to pull my foreskin back and clean the head.”
“Yes, Master.” The slave dutifully set about his task until all traces of spunk had gone. He looked at his Master, pleading with his eyes not to be made to lick it from his hand. You will address me as Master or Sir.
