You should go back and read Victorian Dreams Ch 01 and Pt 2 to gain context before reading this third piece. This part, as well, as the two parts that...preceed it are Copyright 2003, 2004 by Charles F. Johnson and all rights are reserved and protected under the Copyright laws of the United stats and other countries. Chapter 57 There was only one problem. Though their hooved feet and strong muscular legs made them speedy outside where they patrolled each night, on the stone floor of the. “Aha!” he shouted victoriously and swung the paddle in the air. “Let’s see who’s getting a smacked bottom now!”Aron was either too tipsy to react, or he was letting his skinny husband win just for the sake of it. Carter found great pleasure in pushing Aron down, rolling him and smacking his ass with the paddle.Hmm, it had to be better on a naked butt. So, without too much preamble, he began struggling with his husband’s jeans. Aron, the ass, was having a great time laughing his ass off.“Undress. See you soon." Bye," I said, and we hung up.I hadn't been so excited about seeing a woman in years. She lived a fewmiles away and it would take just a few minutes to get there. I washedmy face and put on my favorite shirt and jeans and stepped outside. Theair was fresh and scented, and I felt a strange magical feeling ofhappiness. Finally, I had a woman to see who might actually like me theway I am. I stepped into my 280Z and turned the engine on. At thatmoment the rashness of what I was about. She asked him what she should call him, smiling as she reminded herself that she had shared his body and his bed, but she had no idea of his name. “Brady” he grunted, “just Brady” plying her with another of the oysters which luckily, she had always enjoyed. “Do you like champagne?” He asked suddenly, she affirmed her love of the stuff, and he surprised her by next asking if he could “tie her up?” she was hardly in a position to refuse and could hardly run off being god knows where in the.