They felt bigger than I remembered mine as being. With my righthand, I stroked the shaft and the head and looked up at the porter.I took my little pi...k tongue and licked the cock from his balls up theunderside of his cock to the head. Pulling back the extra skin, I beganto circle my tongue around the base of the head. I took extra time atthe spot underneath the head where it seemed very responsive to my touch.I kissed my way up and back down.I heard him moan again. Then I heard him say,. The ladies curtseyed. One mother was seen telling something to her child as she drove past. She reached a T-junction. She stopped for a decision, and the map attracted her attention. It has magically folded itself to the correct town. She easily identified her current position on the map. The map showed a castle a few kilometres away, it was quite worn out by multiple pinpricks. The map wanted her to go to the castle.At the castle, she made her right turn onto a pristine unsurfaced road. The. It had been a long time, but I really needed it. As the first rattan stroke lashed down, my memory of beatings past surfaced. I remembered distinctly how I’d grown to like the sting, which wasn’t what was meant to happen in a punishment. Yes, I liked the bite and the sting, and maybe the shame too! A second stroke broke my nostalgic reverie as it hit just below where the first had landed. Both marks throbbed and ached as my tormentor paced around the room, whipping the cane through the air. He. "This guy ought be worth at least ten credits, and I want to get a new baseball glove."Yep. We have money now, and baseball. Moving to Phoenix (somebody decided to rename it that three days after we reached Springville, and no one objected) has forced a number of changes on us, some of which I had not expected to see for decades.The Little League ball field at the western end of town got groomed, repaired and put into service almost as soon as the sun and rain of our first winter decided that.