Then he moved to the head of the chair and motioned for me to raise my arms up. XXX I wasn’t ready for the first slap to my ass and I jumped… but moaned. Just when I was getting into a rhythm… Boots stopped his hammering. Next thing I know Boots had reached into a heater unit and brought out a massage oil. God, my cock was hard. But then, his hands moved across my pecs, over my nipples and down my stomach a bit. Shortly thereafter a second finger joined it, opening me up a bit more. What were unique on the antique chairs were the footstools where you put your feet while you were getting a shoeshine. Shortly thereafter a second finger joined it, opening me up a bit more. Then I got another inch… and back out to the head. After about five minutes of this, he stopped, and began removing the straps to my legs.
