Oliver pushed my face lower and into Jon’s cock. The shaft of his penis now rubbing in my face. He was almost hard again and started wanking furious...y. His knuckles occasionally hitting the top of my head. He was looking me straight in the eye when without warning he shot his second load all over my forehead and into my hair. Oliver was pumping hard and fast now, I came again! He started moaning loudly, then just like Jon his body went stiff as he filled my arse. He left his deflating penis. Even the soiled doves populating the brothels brought no relief.He was further infuriated by the fact that Abby seemed happy. She had a little house with a small garden provided to her by the kind people of Pueblo. She went to church every Sunday and was friendly with several local women. Thankfully, she didn’t seem to have a suitor. He had no idea what he’d have done if she’d been unfaithful.He stroked the braided leather quirt hanging at his waist. He’d spent his evenings carving the antler. This was a red and black 18 plaited beauty--four feet long, not counting the thong and the popper. So it was really more like six feet long. I stood back from the bound girl and swung the whip in the air a few times. Then I moved off to the side to get a better angle and began just flicking it across her torso, not to hurt her or even to scare her. Just to get the feel of it. I let the popper dance across her skin. This was really going to be fun.I began flicking the whip, so the real. He then started the dress and told my cousin to clean himself up and get dressed as well. Once he was dressed my uncle told us not to leave our room until it was time to go home the next day and from now on he would be collecting his rent from both of us.Then he and my cousin left the room and I heard them laughing as they walked away. I went over to my mother and sat next to her, my cock was still hard and I felt a bit embarrassed but my mother just put her arms around me and I felt her skin.