It felt like a punishment, his manhood plugging me for turning him on, and as much as it hurt, I fucking loved it, but he needed to come before I pass...d out from the pain and enjoyment. Martin was welcome every other day or perhaps once a week or month, in my case. I needed days to recover from this awesome man and cock.Lost in thought, I felt him tremble and pick up speed, hammering faster and faster, as if racing against the clock. The lube mixed with juices and sweat made it more exciting. Spellbinding as I found this I wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip by. I quickly moved beside M forsaking the fantastic full on view for the chance something more intimate. Reaching her side I slid my hand down over her belly and into the stream of piss, it felt so hot, I’d never thought it would be as hot as it was and it added another level of fascination to the act. As her stream slowed and the arc of pee grew shorter I droped my hand onto her pussy and rubbed the piss into her bare. As punishment, he was to paint the offending digit Wednesday morning, in shades of magenta and gold. In response, we all painted our middle fingers magenta with gold fingernails, although we almost had to tie Barry Lewis down to get him to agree. This was considered a sign of superior moral character by the brothers, by the way! Meanwhile, a different form of punishment was being meted out to us. During our hours of sleep, hidden loudspeakers were blasting “ The Morning After”, the sickeningly. "And that includes the room, meals and all of the classes and courses you've mentioned in the brochure?" I asked once again. I could almost see the smile in her voice as she spoke."All of that and more," she said hinting at more than what was obviously contained or had been mentioned. "Now, can I send out an application form and a profile study?" she asked."Profile study? This isn't one of those 'match your mate' sort of things now is it?"She laughed at that. "No, it isn't Mr. Richards," she.