”She reached out and lifted my prick slightly with her hand. “We will call this zero on the angle of the dangle scale.” She laughed again and ad...ed, “If it gets to ninety degrees, we will know that worm here is a certified pain slut.”As she held my prick, the peter meter moved a little off zero, and someone called out, "Things are stirring."The sudden flood of humiliation as I fully realized that I was now willingly standing naked tied between two posts in front of a bunch of naked women, ready. I remembered just how crude it had all been and for that matter at how willing a party I must have seemed. The correct term, I guess, for what had taken place, would have been what people term a quickie. An innocuous enough word yet it conjured up images of illicit, back alley sex. It hadnt been a back alley though taking me like he had, over the bannister had most definitely been illicit and suddenly, as arrogant and as crude as I knew my son in law to be, it was all I wanted was for him to. "I'll bring you back a treat, she told him. Now go! Be a good boy!" he turned around with his tail between his legs and walked back to the wagon.She had put her money in her little posoti bag she carried around her waist. She had only been into town once before with her father when they first arrived at this new camp. There were a few little shops and also a butcher shop. She'd pick up a nice bone for Riko. She'd buy her father a pack of his favorite tobacco too, if she could find it. She loved. You must be new? It is nice to meet another fellow runner. My name is Mrs Mahone but you can call me Wendy, that is, unless you are attending one of my classes in which case, I am Mrs Mahone.’‘I am Lesly,’ I smiled back feeling my cheeks flush with embarrassment at the erotic thoughts I had been having about her.’‘Come on, let us run together and you can tell me something about yourself.’We ran on, a much bigger lap than my first. Fortunately, I could handle the pace. Wendy appeared to be most.