I realised her hands were either side of my arse cheeks when she opened them, and inspected my anus.“Just making sure I did not hit you there” she...said.As she picked up the strap I actually felt a sense of relief – I had been dribbling come on her duvet from the end of my cock, and thought for a moment she was going to pick up on that. The last thing I wanted to do now was make her angry.The fourth lash was low, marking a hot line on that ridge between buttock and thigh. I bit the duvet and. Point again about where it would join his body."Whitney chose a place. She wasn't at all sure, anymore. "Now put two fingers of your left hand around it there. You can hold it firmly, he won't even mind a gentle squeeze, but don't hold it tighter than you would want him to hold your arm." She got two fingers and her thumb around the broomstick. "Hold it with the fingers. Place your thumb on the side closest to you." She did everything she was told."Now," Aunt Cass continued, "that's his ego. " She reached out herhand and I took it without thinking.She led me back into the bedroom and helped me get the bathingsuit on. Shesmoothed the crotch over my new one and it struck me how it felt when herhand brushed across the area that was now devoid of my maleness. She alsotook a couple of her hair ties and pulled my long light brown hair back outof my eyes and into twin ponytails. Then she took the necklace off of me andsaid she was going to put it in a safe place. I had to agree, the last. That's when I knew she had been fucked. I didn't know who, but I suspected it to be Jake. She said to me "PLEASE, don't tell anyone" I assured her that I wouldn't say a word, but I was sure getting a hard on just pictureing it in my mind. I told her we needed to talk later, and she agreed. She continued to cook, and the smell of bacon and pancakes awoke the rest of the guys, and one by one they came staggering into the kitchen. Ms. Clark was careful not to bend over, or to lean, so as not to.