But I was pissed and having none of it!Joan doesn't do anything, Joan doesn't want to do, and I wasn't about to let her weasel out of this. If she won...t admit that she was in the wrong, she may as well just stay here with Dave! And even if she does admit it, there will be some serious discussions about boundaries and our future. ~"Jealous... Why would I be jealous? I mean, what the hell! It looked like consenting adults to me," I flippantly countered."Well... It sure felt consenting," Dave. Looking around, she noticed an empty basin, a jug of water and a few towels. Grabbing the poker, she quickly placed it into the fire heating it up to a dull red glow before quenching it in the jug of water with a weeping hiss. Putting a small pinch of fragrant herbs from a leather pouch into the basin, she added a little bit of water to the mixture and stirred until a sweet, pungent odour filled the room. She inhaled the scent with a smile, letting it bring back her childhood memories of. It would be on my dime, naturally. I guess she wanted me to remember this when I saw the price tags. The head was slow, methodical, paced. Light brushes from her lips and tongue across the glans kept me perked up. She took care not to let me cum, she wanted it drawn out. Just before I hit my limit, she popped off of my cock and kissed me. "I'm stopping here." "Oh, you tease" I squirmed. "It will make you want it more later." She laughed, gently stroking me, easing me back into my flaccid. I hoped he did. I really didn’t want to have to prove to him that I was serious about punishing him. It certainly wouldn’t make him happy.The matter seemed resolved after that. Sygor did keep his distance from Jotar whenever the other young man was around; however, he also remained polite to those around him. As far as I was concerned, that was fine. Hopefully the lad would make a decision before he found it was too late.In the meantime we moved up into the pass. Here our trek slowed. While the.