I looked at my girlfriend and we both decided to go. I had never done that before and after we got back in where no one could see, those boys lit one ...p and I tried my first puff. Nothing really happened and I thought it was just a bunch of crap how you were suppose to feel, but about a minute later, after a few puffs. I felt really fucked up and started to think I was about to faint. One of the boys then pulled me away from the group and put his hand under my shirt. I felt him squeeze my tit. My tongue just barely grazing his hole before sliding back up again. I leave little kisses as I move back to my knees and slide his shaft back deep into my mouth and resume my worship of his cock. In and out. In and out. Faster then slower. Sucking on his shaft up to the head. Sucking harder and harder until he pulls me off and growls"Did I tell you yo do that?" No sir.”He pushes me off of him and tells me to get in my knees head down ass in the air. Trembling, I do as he says without any. If you agree to that then there will be no fee.”A mutual fun agreement? What could that mean, but no fee was the deal clincher.“Yes. OK! What do we do now?”“Ok Rob, you need to sign a piece of paper agreeing to your punishment and subsequent activities. Your punishment today will be a minimum of twenty-four strokes of the cane. These will be laid on full force from the very beginning. Twenty-four is the minimum number as you may earn more strokes if we deem necessary. They will be delivered in. But my heart sank as Dave asked me the next two questions, "Have you beenusing Mister Ebony Jim?" and "Do you need an enema?"After asking me where Ebony Jim was Dave sent Trent to get it from myroom. In the meantime he dumped the brown bag back on the table but therewere a few new items that fell out including an inkpad and a couple ofrubber stamps. Also some sort of metal contraptions as well as the tubeof lube from yesterday clinked onto the coffee table.When Trent returned carrying Mister.