At last, her body undulated, and she raised her head, gasping. Her beaten breasts swayed, as her bruised ribs expanded. I pulled her hair, lifting h...r face, and put my wine flagon to her lips. She drank, and writhed her bruised body, her hips fixed by the wooden crossbar, her arms kept taut by the rope to the wall. I walked to her other end, where her bottom, raised high, and her widespread limbs, bore the overlapping welts from my exercise with the whip. Her cleft gaped, gleaming. He began stroking my cock and directed mine to his. He was naked and I found his cock a bit larger than mine. We stroked and then he pulled my jocks down. After some more stroking and caressing my balls he stopped, leaned over to his bedside table and turned on the light and reached in taking out 2 pairs of black satin panties. He handed me a pair and told me to put them on. I did so, they felt so soft and tingly against my rock hard cock and hardly contained it.He then told me to turn over on. Martino said that my prices seemed to be reasonable for what I was going to do, so I was happy with that and ordered supper.That evening I discussed with Martino about when would be a good time for his lessons. We tentatively agreed on an hour beginning at 9:00 PM on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, but we would not start until next week. Martino gave me as much time as he could to talk about the various merchants in Silano and which ones were reliable. At 11:30 I left to meet Mara to walk her. Nightstand number two. Top drawer. A pair of book sized metal boxes. Like her journal, they appeared to be locked. Alongside them were about a dozen DVD cases with plain white covers. Some had dates carefully written on the spines. Others, what looked like abbreviated titles that gave me the impression it was her porn stash. The dates, however, intrigued me. Again, I snapped a picture. Below that, socks. Again, cute and colorful, some with designs. Cat faces. Hearts. Ribbons. That.