Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2023 13:30:07 +0000 From: Mark Irving Subject: The Photo Shoot (4) Master Brett and Slave Mark (4) Photo Shoot The next couple of days were flat out, I search through the Bathhouse footage, selecting still photos, adjusting the frames until I had the perfect shoot, and angle, and lighting, but taking extra care not to put full faces or tell tale markings, i.e., tattoos, or rings that might be recognised. Once again I tried to capture the beauty of the play, the passion that was shown between these men, no matter what their role was. As I was scrolling through the vast footage of the Bathhouse, I was surprised to see a familiar face, I even checked it a few times, even zooming in on the face, but it was unmistakable, I had found footage of my editor of all people, enjoying the company of a slave that had taken his cock balls deep into his throat. This is probably the reason why he wanted me on the article and not someone that would exploit the Magazine or the Editor. This really did explain my endless bank roll, and time allowed, (mental note to speak to him quietly). I was even given access to Master Yoshi rope bondage footage, and his mastery of knots. I picked out several shots of me being hoisted and suspended, even a few photos where my nipples were extended, and my arse expanded, but the best shot I felt was in the subdued lighting, almost black and white, nipples stretched by weights and when I was at the point of blacking out and hung with just the glint of light shinning off my cum as is dripped in strands from my exhausted well used body. Out of respect, I did not include Master Yoshi face, but certainly kept a full unabridged and definitely uncut version for myself and one for Master Yoshi, should he require one. I also looked on Google, how to present a gift to a High ranking Japanese Business man, this information I passed onto Master Brett. It appears that Red silk with gold embossing is very highly rated, and hand delivered with your head bowed as a mark of respect. I also mentioned that I was happy to deliver the package. (I thought it couldn't hurt my chances of advancement and the book deal). Satisfied with my efforts, as a photo editor, I scribed to the best of my ability the intense beauty of being bound and secured, and the feeling of weightlessness as my body was hoisted into the air, but also the supreme trust in the skill of the Master, I was like a piece of clay being moulded into a art form by a sculpture, Master Yoshi used Rope and Flesh as his medium of choice and years of skill, honed to perfection to become this Japanese Rope Master, and one I will never forget. The blow job, received and given was pure artistry; it required no words of a Dominating tone, but left no doubt who was in control, I truly was putty in his hands, and would certainly welcome any return invitation, it was that memorable. I also scribed the intense tuition given by Master Chris, to the new group of Dominates, and the vast difference in styles, from the clumsy, frightened start, to their eventual mastery of administering the punishment. But what I did discover was some of these would be dominates, were more interested in inflicting pain without cause, the better ones showed concern for the submissive, they still spanked , flogged and used, but it wasn't with any malice or contempt for their submissive. Yes, I had to endure the strikes, and Master Chris was there to protect if things got out of hand, but you could tell the difference, and who was going to be the better Top than others in the long run. Once again I was happy with what I had achieved, all I had to do was send it off to get approval, from Master Brett, Master Chris, and of course Master Yoshi. And as soon as my article had the green light, I could send tit off to my Editor, but assuring him that the story and article had a long way to go and I had only scratched the surface of the BDSM scene. I mentioned to him that in order for me to gather a greater insight to the History of BDSM, it may require an overseas investigation, and given what I know now about my editor, I couldn't see him refusing, but he wasn't to know that I had captured him on CCTV or how much I knew about his private life and I certainly wasn't going to mess up a good working relationship. But now I had bigger fish to fry, Master Brett was due home in a couple of days, and I think I owed him a surprise, so I decided to purchase his and hers rings, but with a BDSM theme, and I knew just the jeweller to do it, his skills as a silver smith was fantastic, and he owed me a favour or two, because I did a article on his shop and skill set a few years back. I gave him a call and put things into action, He knew exactly what I wanted, and had already made a set, but the sale fell through, so they were mine to pick up. I told him I would explain what has transpired when I pick up the rings. The next on the list was a lovely set of female panties, stockings and garters, so back to the costume shop, and the guy that tried to pick me up. I gave him a call and he said that he had just the outfit, and would definitely help me with the fitting. As I entered the shop, and he quickly locked the door, I had no sooner said hello, and he kissed me passionately, "now get your gear off sweet cheeks, let me look at that adorable body," I was getting used to being ordered around, so the next thing I knew I bare arse naked in the middle of the shop, and him touching and feeling every part of me, of course my cock became as stiff as a board. He dressed me in virginal white garter and stockings, the sheerest pair of panties I've ever seen and a pure white corset with a pink inlay, he took pictures and had me stand in front of a large mirror. I was fucking hot and sexy; it was perfect gift for Master Brett. The store owner could not be happier, the smile on his face knew that he had a winner, and the lump in his pants indicated that he loved what he saw, "now let's get you out of these lovely whites into something that captures the real you" I was no sooner out of the white ensemble, which was all packed away in a neat box. He then brought out a black and white maids outfit, complete with black thigh stockings and garter, and black lace undies, the whole outfit was sexy, hot and felt great against my skin, this of course did nothing to hide my ever growing cock. "You look good enough to eat cutie, and your Master is going love the new outfits, I just need to make one little adjustment" The Manager of the shop dropped to his knees lowered my panties and engulfed my cock in one fluid motion, and to say that this guy was good would be an understatement, he massaged my arse, licked my shaft, nibbled on the head, and sucked my balls, he had me squirming and dancing from side to side, from one foot to the other. I thought I was supposed to be the Slut, and the one on his knees giving pleasure, but this guy had me covered. I could feel the pressure building, the swelling of my cock, the veins in my neck were at bursting point, and just as I was about to blow my load he thrust a finger deep inside my arse, which sent me over the top. I exploded deep into his mouth, so much so that cum dribbled from the corners of his lips, he swallowed as hard as he could not wanting to miss a single drop, he even swiped a finger across his chin to capture the escaping cum drops, I had to brace myself to prevent from falling flat on my face, or collapsing onto of the store keeper. As we settled down and my heart rate returned to normal , the store Manager returned to his feet kissed me passionately, and patted my arse, "Time to get you on your way, and ready for that man of yours" I once again removed the clothing , packed them into a box , and paid for my new attire, "Don't forget where you got your clothing , and please spread the word, and you must come back again, you're so tasty", I smiled a left, blowing him another kiss. I drifted over to the Jewellers, and saw the rings, he certainly had a skill set, the intricate weave and embossing were incredibly detailed, and he had set Garnett gems in both rings, which gave them a high end finish. I explained to him how all this evolved, and my photo shoot, and possible book deal, not to mention my involvement with BDSM scene and my becoming a submissive to Master Brett. Tom the jeweller was intrigued by my story, and was captivated by my BDSM journey, he told me that he had heard that there was a club into but was reluctant to wander into the dark side, all this talk of my exploits had the lump in his pants grow, and he started to get very uncomfortable in his seat. "So you're a submissive and take orders and commands, and you like being on your knees" , I just nodded, I had a feeling I knew where this was going, but he had just given us $1,500 worth of one off rings, so I was prepared to go with the flow, and repay Tom. "Well then I think you should get down on your knees, take my pants down and suck on my cock, and let's just see how much you have learnt." A few minutes later Tom's pants and jocks were around his ankles, and his pulsating cock was in my mouth, he was so excited he almost couldn't control himself, so I teased him by nibbling on his balls, sucking them deep into my mouth , swirling them with my tongue, even turning him around and giving him little bites on his arse, I returned to his cock, licking it up and down , until it was coated with spit and juices, I teased his cock head, with my tongue and drove his cock deep into my mouth. By this time all his resolve had gone, his knees were shaking, the veins in his cock were about to burst, "Suck my cock Bitch, the fucking mouth of yours is fantastic, here it comes you whore". With that he blew into my mouth as if it were the very first time he came in his life, he just kept pumping cum and I just kept swallowing until he finally stopped, and started to buckle at the knees, and extracting his wilting cock from my mouth, he basically had to push me away, because I kept on sucking, giving him the best blow job ever. "Wow, and this is what you do for your Master on command", "That and more, it has changed my life and lifestyle, I still do my normal job, but my research has opened my eyes to a whole new way of thinking." "OK, I want to know more, and I want to know about the clubs and how to sign up, and if that's any indication of the lifestyle count me in, and who knows I may even sell some BDSM jewellery". After he pulled his pants up, and regained some composure, I gave him some contact details of the BDSM clubs in the area, and who he should to speak too, but if he had any trouble just give me a call and I'll get Master Brett to make arrangement for an introduction. Both of us had a smile on our faces when I left the shop, I had the perfect rings, and he had the perfect blow job and information. Master Brett was home tomorrow, and I still had a few things that needed to be finalised. When I got back home, I checked the computer for emails, I had a few on the screen, one from Master Chris and one from Master Yoshi , both giving me the green light to proceed with the article. The one from Master Yoshi came with an invitation for Master Brett and I to have Dinner with him at his private residence at 7.00pm , later that week. I checked with Master Brett to confirm the dates and his availability given his job requirements. He returned an email stating that he was available and this would be an excellent opportunity to give the footage as a gift to Master Yoshi , and looked forward to coming home to see his Bitch. I sent off the next draft to my Editor, along with the edited photos. A short time later I received another email from the Editor thanking me and mentioned it was one of the best in depth articles the magazine had produced in years, and if I needed to investigate the History and background of BDSM from abroad, I had the green light for that as well. This day was getting better and better. I knew approximately what time Master Brett was going to be home, so I prepared a meal with all the trimmings, and made it so it just needed to be heated up. The next on the list was, shit, shower and shave and of course enema, you just never know. About an hour prior to his arrival I put on the black and white maids outfit, complete with stockings and garter, I even purchased a pair of suitable white pumps to complete the ensemble, I placed Master Brett's collar around my neck, checked my appearance and waited, it was hard trying to contain my cock, I was that excited, then I saw the lights of his car pull up, so I knelt in the centre of the lounge and bowed my head , closed my eyes and waited until I heard the door open. "Well aren't you a pretty picture in the flesh, stay where you are I want to check you out since you've gone to so much trouble. I saw your reactions as the Sissy walk into the Bathhouse and I saw you all dressed up when you helped out with the demonstration and with Master Yoshi, But I had no idea that my Bitch was such a Sissy Boi, and just look how hard your nipples and cock become. I have to tell you that I like you like this, and think that you should and will dress this way each time I'm with you". I could feel how close he was, then the familiar dropping of his Zipper and pants falling to the floor, Master Brett rubbed his beautiful cock across my face and forehead, teasing me, and as it rested on my chin, "Open up Sissy Boi, I've missed that sweet mouth" naturally my mouth open and automatically started to lick and such that monster, and believe me I missed that powerful invader, I sucked for all that I was worth, taking it deep into my mouth and throat, I wanted it so badly, I grabbed his arse and pulled more cock into me whilst he placed his hands on my head and guided me in. " what a good little Sissy Maid I have, I've missed that slutty mouth, and now you're going to get a week's worth of cum, I hope you're hungry Bitch". I could feel his horse cock swell, and if possible it appeared to gain width and length, his entire body shook, and he moaned and groaned, and yelled as he took my throat and coated the insides, there was no way I could contain the sheer volume, so cum was escaping from the corners of my lips, the more he pumped the more escaped. Finally Master Brett released my head, and I was able to use my fingers to capture the runaway cum dribbling down my chin, swiping it back into my mouth. "Boy, have I missed that, and you Sissy Boi are truly amazing, you look fantastic, thank you". He pulled me to my feet and we kissed passionately like two teenagers making out, our tongues dancing in each other's mouth, until we broke apart. "I need a shower Bitch, then I'll be right back and you can tell me all about your week. Then he pointed down to my panty covered stiff as a board cock, "I love this look, we are going to have so much fun." Then he disappeared upstairs and into the bathroom, I quickly looked into the large mirror and saw exactly what he was looking at, my cock, was hard as a rock, jutting straight out, and barely contained, I thought to myself, "yes, I like this look too." I made my way into the kitchen, and set the table, reheating the meal and putting wine into the glasses, dimmed the lights, thinking I should have found some candles, and when Master Brett came into the kitchen I was kneeling by his chair." This is perfect, and you kneeling was the ideal submissive touch, but now you can join me at the table, as I rose to my feet he grabbed my panty covered arse and pulled me into another kiss, "I like the shoes too, now let's eat I'm starving". We ate and drank wine, and talked about my article and the various contacts I made during the week, and the exciting time with Master Yoshi, and the possible overseas investigation into the BDSM scene, it felt like we talked for hours, I even told him about the costume manager, where I purchased the clothing, and the fact that he gave me a blow job. Then I presented Master Brett with a gift box, which he was surprised to receive. "This is to show you that I'm very pleased and honoured to be your Sissy Boi, and Slut, and for bringing out the real whore that I am." He slowly unwrapped the gift box, then saw what was inside, he was genuinely shocked, but the smile on his face will stay with me forever. "These are beautiful, the craftsmanship is the best I've ever seen, Kneel Bitch", as he placed the intricate sculptured ring on my finger, and then pulled me into another kiss. We broke apart long enough for him to hold out his finger, so I could slide his ring on, as predicted it looked fantastic and had a powerful presence, and majesty, we stared at our rings and smiled at each other as if we had gone to another level in our relationship. I told Master Brett how I came to get the rings and confessed to giving Tom the blow job of his life, as a thank you, and that he was desperate to join the BDSM scene and lifestyle, and with your permission advertise and sell one off bespoke jewellery to interested parties. "You certainly know how to manipulate that mouth to get what you want and I certainly approve of the rings, in the future just get my permission, and remember who owns your sweet mouth". "Yes Sir, of course" bowing my head, knowing I had crossed the line. We finished our meal and just discussed the week's events, both his and mine as I cleared away the dishes, 20 minutes later the kitchen was cleaned and we moved into the lounge. "I must say Bitch that I do like this look on you, and it certainly appears to have a profound effect on your cock, it's been hard and dribbling since I arrived, and if I was to grab your nipples right now , I'm sure they would be Granite hard, wouldn't they Slut," Yes Sir you know they would be, just being dressed this way and having you here, will do it all the time" "Show me your Girly tits Sissy Boi" with that I dropped the shoulders of the maids outfit to expose my rock hard orbs, Master Brett ran his fingers over them causing me to shiver with expectation, "You certainly have sensitive nipples Slut, these may help you remember to whom you belong". Master Brett pulled out a pair of Japanese clover clamps with weighted ends and attached them, giving both of them a good tug to ensure they were on tight enough, and believe me they were, the Japanese designed them so any extra weight on the jaws causing them to bite harder, they weren't going anywhere. "Do you like those Bitch?, get used to them, and here's something else you may like", from the other pocket he pulled out a butt plug, with a screw extender, very similar to the one Master Yoshi used. "Now Sissy Girl I want you to lie over my lap and show me that girly arse of yours" without a second of hesitation I was draped over his lap, my knickers around my ankles and my bare arse on full display. Master Brett greased up the unit and edged it into my butt, until it was fully secured, then after a minute of allowing my body to adjust, he turned the screw, extending the width, expanding my anal ring to accommodate the toy," I know you love this, Master Yoshi and I have had some lovely discussions all about you, and he sent me a set of these toys and others as a thank you." My arse was draped across his lap, my garter and stockings framed my butt, and the plug in my arse worked as a directional finder, Master Brett rubbed his open hand across my cheeks, and my nipples burned as the weights did their job, "Now let's talk about you giving blow jobs and getting sucked off", every word was accompanied with a slap, he alternated from one cheek to the other, up and down my fleshy buns, and with every slap the butt plug pushed on the inner bowel, causing me to moan in delight. " You will give Blow jobs, You will get sucked off and will be fucked senseless , BUT YOU WILL GET MY PERMISSION FIRST" Your body belongs to me, from your girly, cock sucking mouth, to your cock and girly cunt, is that clear?" . Once again with every word spoken it was matched with a increasing amount of strikes to my unprotected butt, it felt like it was red hot, "Perhaps you'll ask next time!" "Yes Sir I promise, you own me , every part of me" " Good now stand up" I just managed without falling over, he pulled me over to the couch and bent me over the back of it, once again exposing my now tenderised butt. Master Brett released the screw in my butt and extracted it and put it straight into my mouth, "suck on this and keep quiet". The next thing I felt was his beautiful horse cock, sliding deep into my burning butt, the toy plug had done its job making it easier from Master Brett's monster to invade, god, I missed that powerful piece of meat, he was hitting areas those other cocks couldn't reach, my moans were mere mumbled noises as he pounded my red hot arse, and I involuntarily started to rotate my arse hopefully giving him a better ride, I could feel his movements becoming more erratic , but that didn't stop his thrusting his wanted to remark his territory , and with a scream of victory plastered the inside of my arse with his cum. Master Brett pulled the plug from my mouth, pushed me to my knees and thrust his still cum dripping horse cock deep into the back of my mouth and throat, squirting more cum just to seal the deal, and to remind me who was my Master and controller, as good as Master Brett was he still had to grab hold of the couch to stop himself from collapsing onto of both of us. After we had both recovered some composure we finally separated and with a smile of complete ownership, said that I could now pull myself off, but he wanted to watch as I pulled on my weighted nipples, my hand couldn't get to my cock fast enough, I was sliding my fist along the shaft, fuelled by what just happened, I pulled the clover clamps extending my nipples further, I was like a man/Slut possessed by want and desire, and Master Brett urged me on verbally berating me, calling me for everything that I had become, and that was enough , I begged him for permission to cum," Please Sir, I have to cum, I'll do anything you want anytime, I'm about to burst" "Go ahead Sissy Boi you deserve it", I blew all over my hand, fingers and even the couch, then I dropped to my knees in sheer exhaustion. I had just enough energy to lick and suck my fingers. Master Brett dropped alongside me and kissed me, savouring the taste of my built up supply of cum. "Still as tasty as ever Sissy Boi, and your arse is so fucking hot, I just love fucking and breading you". "Thank you Sir, can your Slutty Slave get you a drink? I know I need one. As I walked away I could feel his eyes checking out my red hot and inflamed butt, and on queue he said "Bitch, that is one very red arse, but I love it." Master Brett and I cuddled on the couch for the rest of the night, and then eventually went to bed, and it wasn't long before we both drifted off in the comfort of one another's arms. Master Brett had to report to work early the next day, but left a message to rest up prior to our visit to Master Yoshi that night. He told me to purchase whatever gift wrapping material I thought would be appropriate, and wrap it accordingly as per protocol demands. And don't forget to shower as per normal, and I want you to wear your garter, stockings and knickers, be ready by 6.00pm, he finished the note with the words I love you. Later on that morning, I found my way to a material shop and asked the attendant for red silk scarf, that may have gold embossing, as it turned out they had one with black silk on one side red on the other, then I asked for a gold sash, ribbon or cord, the attendant found a slightly heavier ribbon about 2 inches wide with red inlay work. This was working out well, when I got home I placed the USB in a padded red box I received from Tom the Jeweller, and wrapped it accordingly as per instruction from Google. Whilst I was on the computer, I looked up protocols when dinning with high ranking Japanese dignitaries, it appears a lot of bowing and with very little flesh contact was normal , and always allow the Japanese to lead the conversation. And if it's in a private residence, it's always good manners and tradition to leave your shoes outside the door. I wasn't sure just how formal this dinner was, but just to be on the safe side, I sent a copy off to Master Brett. By 6.00pm I was hot and ready, I was certainly getting used to wearing my Girly attire, somehow wearing normal suit, shirt and ties over the top of my outfit didn't seem right, but we had to be very discrete and protect all those concerned, and as soon a Master Brett picked me up we were on our way. Forty minutes later we pulled up to the gates of Master Yoshi home, and buzzed the intercom, the gates opened and we proceeded down the driveway, passing beautiful Japanese gardens, it was picture perfect as you would expect. We arrived at the front door and were greeted by servants that opened our doors and escorted us inside, after we had removed our shoes, the entranceway looked like a Japanese palace. We were finally taken into the main entertainment area, and presented to Master Yoshi. Together we all bowed our heads and greeted each other, Automatically we all had a connection and a repour , my Google search had set us up perfectly, we all respected each other, but Master Brett and I knew this was Master Yoshi's function, and followed his lead. Master Brett gave me a nod and I knelt down with my hands out in front and offered Master Yoshi the gift without giving him eye contact, (thank you Google). Master Yoshi took the package, opened it as if it were a precious expensive item, seeing the USB stick he knew exactly what it was, and bowed his head in appreciation. We followed Master Yoshi into the main dining area, and were surprised to see three other Japanese men all very well dressed, and as we approached they all stood and bowed their heads, as we did. Master Brett and I look at each other and again went with the flow. Master Yoshi explained to us that they were equal investors and financial advisors, but Yoshi assured us that they wanted to fund your Clubs and Bathhouse and open up more of the same throughout the country, and Master Brett and Master Chris as operators and managers, and consultants down the track. They also wanted to bring in a Japanese flavour to the clubs, via the use of Shibari rope play as an art form, but needed a club like ours to get things rolling. You could almost see the dollar signs rolling around in Master Brett's eyes, and as for your Slave Mark, he showed me the quality and enthusiasm we need to put forward to prospective clients and potential club members, we would also like to engage female Mistresses that have a knowledge or can be taught the art of Shibari and then offer that to your female cliental. Master Yoshi had everything covered, and explained it in such a way that everybody would be financially secured for the future. Yes, there were a lot of paper work that had to be crossed checked and legalised, but it all sounded great. We all nodded our heads in unison, then Master Yoshi pressed a buzzer and we were invaded by servants that brought us plates of food, that just kept coming, the entire dining table was covered, the business was concluded, and now the Japanese men, including Master Yoshi could relax, coats and ties where discarded, and the drinks were flowing. Far be it for us to break from protocols, we did the same. I cannot remember eating so well, and the drinks were top end, it was a party to end all parties. These Japanese men laughed and joked, and enjoyed being able to relax. We had all retreated into the main entertainment area, the drinks kept flowing, Master Brett and I did our best not to over indulge, and for an hour or more the party rolled on until Master Yoshi hit another buzzer, and again we were invaded by servants that helped clear the centre of the room, leaving a large red carpet open so all could see. Master Yoshi whispered something into Master Brett's ear, and then I was ordered to the centre of the carpet, Master Brett told me to take my clothes off, except my underwear, I knew better than to disagree or to humiliate him in front of his potential backers, so I commenced disrobing to the applause of the men around me. I stood there in my garter, stockings and undies, sporting a raging hard on that strained the material. Master Yoshi and the other Japanese men began to tie ropes to all limbs, I had a body harness wrapped around me securing my torso, I was asked to lay face down, and the men worked as only Japanese can, my legs were spread, and once again I had the expanding butt plug jammed up my arse. From the corner of my eye I could see Master Brett watching in ore as I was hoisted into the air, but the Shibari rope bondage was so good that I couldn't feel any adverse pressure on any part of my body. Master Yoshi asked if I was ok, then proceeded to attach Japanese Clover Clamps plus weights to my nipples. The lights were dimmed and artistic photos were taken, my cock was now exposed, an dripping pre-cum, and before I knew it all four Japanese men had discarded their clothing and presented their cocks to me as I swung backward and forward, my nipples were tweaked and pulled, and the butt plug played with, all this was driving me crazy, and my cock continued to dribble, more artistic close up shots were taken, each of the men had their photo taken with their cocks in my mouth, then it got to a point where excitement got the better of them and they had to cum , so more shots were taken as they exploded in my mouth, only Master Yoshi had not cum yet. He bowed to Master Brett to join him on the carpet, indicating that he should remove his clothing, Master Brett bowed and complied. There was a collective sigh of approval when the Japanese men saw Master Brett's horse cock. They all clapped, as he was positioned between my out stretched legs, Master Yoshi removed my butt plug and offered my arse to Master Brett, Master Yoshi took his position in front of my face and swung me backward and forward, between his cock and Master Brett's invading monster, I was in affect a Japanese pig on a spit, being stuck from both sides, my cock spewed pre-cum, the cock in my arse touching my prostate with every thrust, Master Yoshi pounded my throat, Master Brett was touching places so deep even he was amazed. Master Yoshi pulled my nipples making me scream around his pulsating cock, then he joined me by yelling something in Japanese as he blew his load, Master Brett continued to pull me backward until I felt his balls bashing into mine as he yelled out that he was cumming, filling my arse, causing it to spew out onto the carpet, and not to be outdone my cock exploded from the constant pressure on my prostate , sending jets of cum onto the carpet, The tree other Japanese guys quickly seized on the moment, one sucked the final drops off Master Yoshi, one dived under my swinging body and sucked my dribbling cock, and the other attempted to suck the entire length of Master Brett into his throat. It was one hell on a meal and now these guys wanted dessert, they all had a try at Master Brett's cock, but all had trouble with the width and length. I was finally lowered and untied, allowed to rest, given drinks, but I wanted to show them something, so I winked at Master Brett, and he knew exactly what I was up too, so he stood up, raging cock in hand and offered it to me, I slipped my mouth onto it, wet the entire length, then swallowed it down to the balls, allowing them to rest on my chin as they took more photos, and applauded. I kept this up even showing the guys how to relax their throats to achieve the best results. Finally Master Brett rewarded me with a mouthful of cum, and a passionate kiss, were we shared his beautiful seed. We all finished the night with a very relaxing Japanese Massage, from the guys that were bringing us food and drink all night, it was fantastic, it was profitable, and very enjoyable, both Master Brett and I couldn't stop talking about it until we got home at some outrages hour of the morning. We both slept in the next day, but had plenty to talk about when we finally awoke.