“I’m sorry mistr…” Chun Lee lashed his chest with the riding crop. The barrier between pain and pleasure was starting to blur and his heart began racing when Chun Lee stopped what she was doing. Porn vedio “I SAID FUCKING NOW YOU PATHETIC WORM.” The realisation of the situation crystallised in his mind and he began to remember the nuances of the role he was now playing. She began to pace slowly round and round the table, whipping his chest, stomach, arms. They left the dungeon room together and Chun Lee walked with Arnold to the exit. The lift doors finally opened and he entered the penthouse. She took his cock out of her mouth, spat on it and then started rubbing it with both hands. “Yes mistress, sorry mistress.” He said and began to tug clumsily at his clothes. The room was just as he had seen it last. She got off the table, sweating and shaking and grabbed his cock again. He had taken to listening to classical music lately, probably just a pretense of his high office but he didn’t care; it was so much better than all this modern shite
He poured himself a scotch and sat down in the middle of the five-piece, relaxing back into the plush ultra-suede that seemed to absorb him like some sort of organism.
