He whipped me a few more times and each time the belt left rosy marks on my skin. “Please,” I managed to mumble, “enough…” Another whipping made me stop, only this time he aimed at my squished balls. He hit me hard twice, maybe three more times while I kept asian pulling the chair with him. No wonder my cock started drooling pre-cum juices leaving a shiny streak on the hardwood floor. Then suddenly, in spite of my tremendous effort, the chair was stuck. “Pull!” he shouted again whipping my ass. As he was sitting facing my stretched balls, he raised his legs and rested his feet on my butt cheeks. I felt exotic his push adding more tension to the two belts that linked my balls to the chair. “Pull!” he shouted again and whipped my back. I moaned with pain when I managed to pull my master again and realized the wheels of the chair were now on the carpet making it difficult to roll like before, like a car stuck in mud. I did my best and pulled my chariot until we reached the hardwood floor again. Only this time, my master was pushing hard my buttocks with his feet. By doing so, he must have noticed my asshole was not utilized as it deserved and ordered me to take him to the bathroom. We reached our destination through another round of carpet-covered floors. He checked the drawer where we keep our sex toys and puled a little butt plug. He made me lick it and he spit on my hole, then pushed the plug in me. He played with my hole several times, spiting and stretching any way he liked. Then he reached out for our big oriental butt plug, a present I bought my wife for Valentine’s.It was the shape of a bright red heart with rounded edges, some 2.5 inches at its widest and almost 2 inches thick and about 4 inches long. Its surface was covered with silicone but the inside was made of metal to give it weight. It ended in a metal ring for easy removal. My boy took a bottle of body oil and made sure he squeezed a good quantity of it in my ass, then smeared some more oil around my hole and on the red heart-shaped plug. He used his fingers to open me up; two, then japanese three, then four, in and out a few times spreading the lube. He placed the plug’s tip right on my hole and pushed slowly, then a little harder but I could not take it. He thought a moment and pushed the chair out of the bathroom and closed the door catching the belt that tied me to it between the door and the frame. This way, my balls would leave no room for me to wiggle my body next time he pushed the plug inside me. He started pushing again, gently but firmly. “Push your ass open!” he ordered and I did my best. While I was thinking there is no way I can take this plug, he gave another firm push and I gasped. The plug was in, my stretched sphincter already starting to hug it with excitement. “Good ass!” Greg said and smirked. He tugged on the plug a bit to make sure it was sitting the right way. Then with the fuck help of the protruding metal ring, he turned it slowly which made its uneven width churn my rectum, then he turned it the other way and made me push it out without any success. Her cheeks went gaunt with her gawking. "Yes, and no, I was kissed once, by a boy who was dared, this was my first kiss from someone I wanted to, fuck who I hope wanted to back." He pumped faster and harder. What were you supposed to do?" “Oh, I'm trying not to be loud, but you feel so good. “Naughty dreams,” she continued as she began grinding her heated crotch against me. Her face was only a few japanese inches from mine and I could feel her hot breath against my exotic face as she placed her hands on my chest. Then she shoved them into my face. After a deep breath in she looked me in the eye and said “more please, sir” and I pushed her head back down to continue the asian fucking of her throat Hands on hips, legs should width apart. I scrambled off my sister and darted to her closet. They are quiet in the car as they drive for a bit. He smiled and I closed the curtain. No, She was a part time Relief worker, she's had worse things done to her. I simply feel like being fucked tonight, and I thought maybe you were the man to do it. I stroked the base of his cock as I bobbed my head. I can’t believe your timing . . . "Oh my gawd!" I said before becoming silent. "I guess we'll have to change her mind." She squealed and oriental moaned and whimpered accordingly but did not complain. They were soaked with my juices. I had outwitted him using his own daughter as bait. “Claire its Kay, where are you baby?” “Do you know what you did wrong?” he asked after a minute. Because he made you feel wanted.