“Forty two.” I stated.She walked over to me and said. “It would have been well over fifty if you hadn’t showed up.”That stumped me. I didn�...t know what to say in response to her apparent pride of having been fucked by forty two boys and had been hoping for more.I handed her the blue and white can stuffed with one dollar bills and told her to go to her room.Her face showed surprise. I don’t know if it was because I gave her the money back or if it was because that was all I had to say.I needed. When I came back from the bathroom, Julie hooted and laughed triumphantly at what she had made me do, and then had me play with my cock in front of her until I was hard again.She then hit my cock again with the ruler, “Just for fun,” she said.“As you know, I have not had a boyfriend for some time.” she said, “And I get very horny and frustrated. But that’s not a problem anymore, as it will be one of your tasks to see I orgasm, whenever it suits me," she mused.“Understand?” she said.“Yes,. "Are you going to strike me down?" she gasped.Stefan was himself confused at his willingness to strike a defenseless woman. He shook his head briefly to clear the twisting fear and thought behind his eyes."I would only strike if you try to touch me. Touching me while blighted with the plague is a mightier weapon than my blade." Oh," the woman considered with a dawning light of comprehension, "What am I to do?"Stefan forgot to hesitate, "I have a caustic soap that can purge your skin and. I had been chatting to a chap, lets call him Colin (rhyming slang ‘Colin Firth’ - girth ;-P) for a short while, when the delightful boy suggested we meet. Now a lot of the people I talk to either play around with the idea of meeting but it never actually manifests itself or they are far too ‘full on’ airing on the side of dare I say, ’desperate’ far too quickly. Infact as I recall it was along the lines of ”how would you feel if I booked a hotel next weekend?” Good on you I thought, not too.