“OK, Randy, get naked and let me see what we are going to be working with.” I watched, mesmerized as he stripped off his Jeans and muscle shirt. ...e wasn’t wearing any undershorts and his soft cock hung halfway down his thighs. His soft cock had to be as long and as thick as my forearm. “Jesus, fucking Christ. You’re hung like a fucking stallion. I bet your girlfriend loves having that thing buried all the way up inside her.” I didn’t believe I had actually said that but I had. Looking at that. When she turned 18 her father insisted I honor the betrothal and marry Heloise, as with many marriages where the bride and groom barely know each other we married, her family insisting on a big lavish wedding. On our wedding night she laughed in my face saying she had a lover she was very happy with and had only married to satisfy her family and to one day become the Duchess of Saxony the most powerful Duchess in the country, then she shut the door in my face. I was a very idealistic, romantic. Madam Carol Finch looked back at him through the mask, her cunt oozing as she relished his humiliation and the return of her power over him, she would be the one who caned the seed from him before he begged to wear the shroud and condemned himself to the noose that the plea would earn him. Miriam watched with a cruel delight as the atmosphere of heady excitement developed; they had their male and he would not escape the true purpose of the shroud anyway, but punishing him and making him beg for. Especially with how you and Nick are when you are around each other.”I nearly spat out my drink. “What?”“Oh, don't worry or anything; it's not obvious—at least not to most people—and your secret is safe with me,” she said, trying to calm my nerves. “I've just known a number of gay guys over the years, so my gaydar is probably a little more fine-tuned than most.“Okay,” I stammered, apparently reduced to one-word sentences, but beginning to regain my composure.Char and I had already chatted a.