I flicked over to Sara and she gave me an encouraging nod. I brought my tongue against his head and he let out along appreciative breath.I acted boldl..., just not as stupidly as I did when I tried to pull him all on my mouth that first time. He really liked when I rocked my tongue back and forth under the head. I kept a tight grip and jacked him hard. The ring of my fist punched my lips a few times before I got my rhythm how I wanted it. I sucked and blew, searching and listening for what made. In any case the short-haired slave gasped as the first stroke hit and her voice quivered significantly as she counted the stroke and thanked her master.On the seventh stroke, she broke slightly and cried out. Squire Adamson waited patiently for her to regain her composure and force out “S-s-seven. Th-th-thank you, Master.”“You can do this,” said the Squire softly. “I know you don’t want to disappoint me in front of my guests.” He then struck suddenly with the paddle. The “snap” was. And the incident in fifth grade where I was accused of pushing over Suzie Watkins on the playground, when in fact I'd done nothing of the sort... nothing could ever live up to that horror. But still, I was nervous.It was foolish, but I felt I might bolt from my chair at any moment. Trying to distract myself, I grabbed the nearest magazine. I chuckled nervously at some writer's opinion on the season's newest television shows and wiped my damp hands on my trousers. But nothing worked as I waited. "George Walker crashed last year. His widow still owns one of his planes, spare parts and as far as I know a couple of storage tanks full of gas. The problem in the past was, she wanted to sell the whole kit and caboodle. Incidentally, the plane she is selling is the mate to mine." I take that to mean the spare parts will work on either plane." That's true enough." Let's find out what she wants for everything." Do we need the property?" asked Jenn."No, maybe you have more kin we can give it to..