"Breathe deeply through your nose, Little One." He waited while she did. "Are you with me, Little One?" She nodded, tried not to swallow too much soap... and opened her mouth again. Cursing was a habit she loathed and desperately wanted to stop. They had agreed that she was never to curse and that there would be no second chances or leniency. She would suffer this as gracefully as she could. He ran his hand through her hair one time and pushed her onto his cock again. She coughed several more. Steam rose from the water and Lynette said "Hut, you won't need your bathing suit, will you?" I said "Guess not anymore", kicked off my sneakers, and pulled my bathing suit off, one leg at a time. In the cold air my penis had just about crawled up inside me looking for warmth. The girls watched as I climbed down into the tub. The hot water felt great and I could feel my balls and penis loosen up in response to the heat. I looked up through the steam at the girls, standing on the opposite side. The Romans pushed the youths legs high on either side of the upright and captured the ankles tight with a short rope noose. A couple of turns of the stout stick (that acted as a handle) immobilized the feet for the nails.The wine merchant felt true shame and his heart melted at the screams produced from nails relentlessly smacked into each ankle.He found himself standing up close, staring directly at the black iron spikes fixed with a wooden washer under the heel bone of each foot. He watched. Sure enough, there were several movies of women having sex with horses. He looked over to another corner of the desk to see that she had also discovered a story page, and had printed up several erotic stories on the subject.Once settled in bed, he reached over and began gently stroking her tummy. What kind of horse do you want?¨ He asked.He felt her breathing catch momentarily. Her hips swayed from side to side gently, as if inviting his hand to travel downward. It did. I don't know,¨ she.