” The client said. “Show me how flexible your tongue is, lick my nips faster”. He did as he was told, all the way noticing the satisfied look of...the Client. A sense of happiness came over him. He felt happy that someone seemed to be enjoying the things he is doing for them.Suddenly he felt the client grabbed his left hand and moved it towards the crotch of the pants. He felt a bulge at the client’s pants and was shocked. It felt…big. “ The client’s hand guided his left hand around the crotch. He brought it down again, this time cutting a perfect line mid buttocks which produced just as excited a squeal as the smart line of impact blushed from pink to bright red. She sobbed with joy and pain as she watched him flex again. The third stroke bit home with the most elegant of deliveries; the two mistresses clapped at his accomplishment as her bottom lifted and splayed as she enjoyed the kiss of the rattan. Whoosh! The fourth had the tears dripping from the poor waif's face, and he. They planted their tents where ever they had room, and room was becoming sparse. Conversely, the Protaki and Terdini lived in spacious huts they’d built close to the castle moat, giving them immediate access to freshwater and the security of living so close to the castle. The moat was a manmade tributary cut from the Knife River, and so flowed back to its source, carrying all the waste the Terdini and Protaki saw fit to dump in it. That waste was, of course, the water supply for the encampment.. If I was good and did everything he said, he promised to let me get-off. But when I felt his body go tense, and I thought he was about to spurt, I really had to fight to keep from doing the same. But then, well, he wasn’t coming. I had my face nuzzled into his chest, right where his skin arm started wrapping around me, and I was sort of breathing in the scent from right there, my nose almost buried in his pit. He hadn’t showered after what we’d done earlier that afternoon, and.