“Hello, sug.” I called her sug, short for sugar. She walked in and over to the couch. “Ready for your present?” she as...ed. It was our two month anniversary and I had forgot being a typical man. She laid down on the couch and crossed her legs. “I didn’t get you anything-” “I’m sure you will though,” She stared at my crotch. “Oh, I’m thick!” I felt stupid and flushed. I walked over to her as she opened up her. “God Jo you are amazing,” Sarah says smiling up at Jo when she has a sudden burning sensation to make Jo feel what she had just felt. Slowly her hands moves up Jo’s leg and nips under her black mini skirt when suddenly Jo grabs her wrist. “What you doing Blondie,” Jo asks knowing full well what her flat mate wants to do but she just wants to check that Sarah really wants her. “I’m going to repay you Jo, you gave me so much pleasure and I think your spanking has made me a good girl so I only. But the Castigator's people in charge of the eventful night, had meticulously planned who was to be given the praise of summons. They also decided on the time of each person's appearance as well as whether or not he should be given the privilege of being able to dine at the same table as the Castigator. Albeit always at an innocuous distance a table seating on the Castigator's table implied an immense elevation in status and almost unrivaled political power.As the time for the opening. When I opened it with gun in hand, I found one of the oldsters from the cantina standing there, fairly hopping from foot to foot.“Señor Russ, vienen hombres malos. Vienen por las chicas. Debes esconderte. Deprisa, señor. ¡Por favor, apúrate!“ he said. “Mister Russ, there are bad men coming. They are coming for the girls. You must hide. Hurry, sir. Please hurry!”I understood most of what he was saying. Evelyn supplied the rest.“Quieren hacer putas de tus jovencitas!” he added. I understood the.