The next time I saw her go outside, I went out to fiddle with my washing, turning it around and bringing some indoors, but was totally naked with my c...ck swinging around nice and soft as I was so nervous and unsure of her reaction.I could hear her footsteps approach the stairs and watched the reflection closely - she took a couple of steps into the balcony then stopped dead as she realised I had nothing on. I moved around a bit with my head down 'being busy', so she could have a look at my cock. . She replied “Say nothing, I asked you to stay here and hold me”... Hmm she remembers….interesting. With my swollen cock against her tummy, she reaches for it and says you got to touch me now it’s my turn. She shifts her body down and to the side and begins to slow stroke my hard cock through my boxers… she looks up and asks if she can do more with it. I nod yes. Her head moves down and she licks and lightly bites it through the fabric…. Then she draws it out through the opening and wraps. Bobby smirked. “Yes. We’ve talked long and voted on a fitting punishment. You can atone for your oath-breaking by being Priscilla Lewid’s girlfriend for two weeks.” My eyes went wide, then, once I was sure that I hadn’t misheard, even wider, and I couldn’t contain a chuckle. “Cilla?” I asked, astounded. “Not that I knew that she’s one of us, but really, that’s supposed to be punishment?” I was really and absolutely perplexed. Cilla was cute. Absolutely, blonde-southern-farm-girl cutishly cute.. If I thought I'd received too much attention at breakfast earlier in the week, I was mistaken. It was only a small fraction of the attention coming my way at lunch. I had a difficult time finding the time to chew between effusive congratulations and "keep up the good work" comments. I kept mumbling, "Read my letter to the editor in the Ely Times when it comes out. I credit the win to Orville Canton and some young men who gave the game all they could give, not me." From my observations, nobody.