Shortly before Rene´s imminent arrival Saskia fastened me to my bench. Happily it proved to be a perfect fit, boobs suspended where designed, wrists held with little movement and thighs exquisitely parted. I was completely incapacitated, made available for anything Rene´ might wish to do. Comfortable? Not in the slightest. Within minutes the wood slats were leaving an impression, me unable to move one way or the other. On the other hand I was in sensual heaven, gasping for Rene´s arrival and the imminent s***h of whip on flesh. The implement was left lengthwise along my back, the tail dangling significantly in the bottom cleft, the end a tad from my fissure.
Saskia had also written in red lipstick across my bottom cheeks ‘Happy Birthday Rene´.
Teasing, Saskia left him drinking a hot beve
