“Thank you, Sir. Master parts my legs, and the Mentor moves the stool between them. Japanese sex Juice is now dripping down my thighs. As I wait, I begin to get uncomfortable with this course of action I have taken. His Mentor is a famous author who lives in an elaborately renovated castle. I run to him and hug him, and I realize he has been out drinking, which he rarely does, and probably hasn’t had any dinner. My fear takes me over the edge, and I watch in the mirror as a dark puddle of my own urine collects under the stool. There. Over and over, again and again, he lands his blows hard on my ass, as they watch in genuine amusement. Five. Up and up until my toes are at waist height. He leaves the room to return several minutes later with a drink in his hand.
