." He hesitated, "But you have to take a forfeit." "What kind of forfeit?" "Usually a stroke." "What kind of game is this!?" "I mean a golf stroke." "...s that a special kind of stroke?" I really didn't know--I wasn't being intentionally dim. "It means we count it as if you have hit the ball an extra time," he explained. "Ah. I see." "But, I suppose we might be able to devise other forfeits." "Like..." He took a step towards me. "Well..." he whispered, "After what the colonel was telling me this. I needed a workout though. You look like you’re keeping in great shape.’ He smiled and gave my body a once over. ‘I’m okay. I just like the feeling after a good workout.’ ‘Yeah, I know what you mean.’ His smile was very warm and genuine and it was as much as we’d ever talked. ‘I better get started.’ He went to start his circuit of the machines and free weights and I continued mine. We spoke a little more here and there as we used pieces of equipment near one another and finished about the same. ” continued Venetia.Xena twitched again, even more convulsively. She did not believe what this woman was saying. She was bluffing; trying to frighten her. The Ruler of Barbaria could not be flogged! It was impossible. Too outrageous! “I may even get Lady Flavia to assist me,” said Venetia. A cry of despairing protest burst from Xena. “Is there something the matter, slave?” asked Venetia archly. “You object possibly at the idea of Lady Flavia flogging you, eh? You are foolish, girl. There is no. Thanks for letting me stay here, G'night b*o." "Gnight." With that Chris retired to his bedroom and Brad was plotting when to make his move. He decided to wait long enough for there to be a good chance that Chris was asleep. Brad thought letting Chris start on top would be easiest for his transition so while he waited for Chris to fall asleep he stroked his hard thick cock and warmed up his ass with his fingers. Brad has a magnificent cock. Eight inches long and about the same as 3.