The Heathen lay over the Abbess' knee and waited,the first slap was soft and made the Warrior giggle,the second slap was slightly harder,but only slig...tly."Is that the best you can do?" the Warrior asked laughingly.Then the Abbess began in earnest,her hand rose and fell with even rhythm,the rhythm of one who is use to administering spankings. After a few moments it became clear to all gathered that the Warrior had not expected this,she began to struggle but at the same time tried to keep her. She gasped as her gaze fell to his cock and balls. There at the adjunct of his muscular bulging thighs was a sight that sent a lingering shudder to wrack her body. Her thighs squeezed hard, knees seemingly turning to butter as she steadied herself against the bar. Ashley couldnt remove her gaze from the extremely thick girth of his cock as it hung at least 7-8 inches down over his big ball sac. She felt her breathing becoming rapid, clit throbbing wildly as she thought of the volume of cum his. One huge problem with that was that I didn’t honestly know where I wanted to go. An enormous certainty was that I could not hurt her. I still didn’t see her as a sexual being, it would have been easier if I did. By the time I got back I had only come up with one conclusion. My choice was to stop anything developing right now, or to be prepared to do the one thing I’d vowed never to do again; commit.My head told me to walk away now as that would hurt Donna the least, assuming that I had read her. In February, her husband Samuel had left her. Not just left her for another woman, but of all people, an actress of twenty something. Whilst losing her husband was hard to take, for a woman rapidly approaching forty, the fact that he opted for a young thing was devastating to her. Then in July, her father had died from a massive heart attack. Being in London when that happened, it was impossible to get home to the family plantation Selby Bluff in Meldrim near Savannah, Georgia for the funeral..