1. BreakMe - Part 2 ...


    Date: 11/19/2017, Categories: BDSM, Gay, Author: giessestory, Source: xHamster

    - This new one, you'll do her on Saturday, at five... here. Full week! – Marisa closed the planner and turned off the PC; in the meanwhile, I dished out the tuna and olive spaghetti I had just cooked, perfectly al dente. - What do you mean, &#034new&#034? – I asked her, as we sat down at the table. - New, as in, she's new... I don't know her: that's all. – a sarcastic smile appeared on her lips as she helped herself to a delicate Soave, chosen carefully to match with the summer meal. - Uhm... you're hiding something... – I said, half joking and preoccupied. - Ok! This &#034new one&#034 is a certain Messalina-70 – she added quickly– and she describes herself as a Switch... basically, I can't tell what she wants: she pays well, and has already bought a lot of things... now let's eat! My mouth was already stuffed, but I couldn't hold it in: - Hey, is this one a beater? – I asked, worried. - So? – She had already clouded up, and I didn't want the tension to increase, then she added: – What's the problem? Honey, this is a job, understood? It's gotta be for both of us... don't forget. It's not like I bust my ass around the house and you go fuck around, happy and satisfied! If you don't want to do this just say it, I'll do everything on my own, ok? I might even make more out of it. - No, honey... what's the problem? Can't we even talk about it? – to avoid fighting I focused on the spaghetti. I knew she was completely right. Selling services to couples or lone women was a delicate ...
    work, at least in the beginning. Earning their trust wasn't easy. It wasn't easy for a respectable woman to allow, so easily, to a stranger, to come into her home; and into her existence. There were a thousand fears... While my love, constantly received proposals from men (but also from many women) of the site, some of which were really interesting. The fact that men are exhibitionist is well known. Once it was clear that Mater Obscura was a terrible and unreachable woman, men went wild: masters, slaves, and smart-asses. The offers were, sometimes, so tempting, I myself had trouble advising her to turn them down. Saturday grew closer. I was becoming increasingly embarrassed and pensive, even the clients noticed. What was troubling me, was the equipment that Messalina-70 had required, beyond my services: handcuffs, ropes, a whip, and other, dangerous, &#034tools&#034. Marisa had been inflexible on one point in particular: I would have worn a rubber mask at all times... this, I really couldn't understand. I had been meeting many people for a while, without ever worrying about my identity; Marisa was sure that clients would have never admitted to knowing me. They were the ones who had lost the most anyway. The rendezvous was in a hotel, a bit far off. I got there at three, with a suitcase full of BDSM equipment, all completely new. I undressed, down to my underwear, black and tight, and I carefully prepared the goods on the living room's couch, next to the room, which was equipped ...
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