Well, maybe sixty-forty when she deep-throated me. I'm only human.I swelled beneath her touches and licks, the intensity of her actions increasing as ...he felt my excitement transferred to the steel stuffed in her mouth. The sensation of her head bobbing up and down in my lap was exhilarating, tongue dancing a tango around my girth; leading with slutty, following with fluttery. Both extremes were a delight and each time she drew back, the airstream rushing in through the open window played over. Her eyes lit up when she saw it, and a maniacal smile crossed her lips. After the last guy finished across her tits, she gave him a quick sucking off to milk anything left in him and then stood up on wondering legs and made for the Post. She'd been in it before, of course, so she was well acquainted with how it worked. She hopped right up and sat on the table, back against the post. Spreading her legs wide, she let me shackle each wrist in turn to a corner of the table, effectively making it. “Yeah, the staring,” I said.“I’m not staring Mister; I’m blind,” she said. Now I felt like shit.She was a good looking woman for sure, strong too from all appearances: tallish, long brown hair, B-cups. Yeah, nice looking.“Oh, sorry,” I said. “You here with somebody?” No one had approached her in the while since I’d noticed her, but...“No, not too many guys interested in a blind chick,” she said. I nodded even though she couldn’t see me do it.“So, you a vet?” I said.“Yes, First Air Mobile,” she. The second brought tears to her eyes.The strap was brought down across her bottom so many times that Jennifer lost count.All the time the monk was calling her an errant woman who deserved to be punished.Finally after what seemed to Jennifer a long time the Father Confessor told her to get up.As Jennifer got up,she was grateful that the monk had at least left her leave her black knickers on during the beating.She pulled on her jeans and her bum was stinging as she pulled her jeans up over her.