We removed the gold and stashed it in my parent’s wagon, and then proceeded with the second wagon. The goods from the second wagon were loaded into ...he first, and we pulled up the false bottom.When we were finished with all four wagons, we had found that each wagon was packed with five hundred pounds each of the four metals. Dad suggested it was that way so that losing one wagon would only mean losing a quarter of the more expensive metals. Losing the wagon with gold if it had all been on one. Mmnnnn, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, hiss, hiss . . . Jo explodes over my cock in a choking cough, spraying air and saliva and cum back onto my crotch. I let go of her head and withdraw and she gasps while the last few squirts shoot out of my cock. The first squirt lands on her forehead and she opens her eyes in time to see the second, weaker squirt arc down onto the spot where her black tank top covers her cleavage. Then she looks up at me. She looks really worried.“I’m so sorry, Andy. That’s. I knew this would be the least painful instrument to use but twenty lashes takes a long time to inflict and the pain grew greater with each blow. Then Tom said “your second choice is seven lashes with a leather slapper”, a slapper is a belt like instrument but it had a handle. It hurt more, but the experience was shorter and it left no welts on my back. Then Tom said”of course, you could have five lashes with my leather whip”. I knew this was the most painful implement in Tom’s arsenal, and it. ’ Scott answered. Scott was one of Kevin’s friends. ‘Not you dumbass. I meant one of the girls.’ Kevin looked over at Ashley who was batting her eyes at a buff man with dark features. He then looked over at Megan. ‘Meg, come on, I know you want to.’ ‘Sure, why not.’ They headed out to the dance floor and pressed closer to each other. The dance floor was full and it was all they could do to not dance on each other. For a while they just danced. Neither of them said a word. Finally Kevin spoke.