Gary and I shared the same blond hair, green eyes appearance that gave him a cute, ‘surfer boy’ look. Gary’s arm, which was wrapped around me, w...s muscular; as was his chest. He was a tall, strong, handsome young man; no question about it.I could feel Gary’s penis pulsing against my ass as I stood there watching his one hand fondle my breast. I leaned my head backwards against his strong chest and savored the moment; the last few moments I would ever have as a virgin. The entire situation. He would find things slaves did incorrectly, and punish them wickedly. Many tongues were removed, eyes plucked, brands applied. When I finished school and returned home, it was my – obligation, he said, as one to be Mistress of the plantation on Martinique, to learn and master the ways of punishment. ‘He had me beat a man’s privates to shreds who had simply dropped a piece of crockery. I was required to use a small guillotine to remove a new scullery maid’s breast for ‘sassing ‘ my father, that. Tina had to have him she needed it have him. "Matt" she said to him in a sweet voice "I've been working here for a while, and I was wondering if you'd like to come to dinner at my place?"Matt just looked at her for a minute "sure, why not" he replied with a nodd, "ok be at my place at about 7, See you there." He thought to himself "man is she hot, I wouldn't mind having a piece of that."He arrived at her place about 5 minutes after 7, he wore a blue dress shirt that was tucked into a pair black. He only got in those two blows.Randy, who had been in the prime of his life when he married Lori, had squandered not only her love, but his health and physique as well. Alcohol had robbed him of his muscle, his sense of balance, and his ability to think quickly on his feet. When he felt someone grab his shoulder and spin him around, he had just enough time to see Bob's face and then that was blocked out by Bob's knuckles, which were lined up in a row, part of Bob's fist.That fist landed square.