Shaking my head was a mistake, as it brought a wave of dizziness and nausea to me. I concluded that I'd been sapped — hit on the head with a blackja...k, most likely, I guessed, the one I saw stuck into the Sam Browne belt my captor was wearing.I stared at him, and when he didn't respond, I tried, "Hey."He looked at me some more. "Why am I here?" I asked carefully. He continued to stare, a look that frankly was beginning to creep me out a bit. I tried again. "Look, pal, I'll take the concussion. She was confused also. What was happening? Why was she and this boy's mother letting this boy humiliate her like this?"I'm not sure what to do with the two of you, but I think for starters I will have to punish your bare behinds with my belt." I said, as I waved my little belt in front of them. This belt was hand made by me. I had cut my wide Garrison belt to about eighteen inches in length. I slit the leather crossways just enough so I could bend the leather letting both sides meet. Then I. Martínez said, “but given the holiday we can be flexible.” She almost giggled, I swear.Spoken by someone who knew what her guests were likely to look like early in the morning after the previous night’s activities.I smiled.“Thank you, Sra. Martínez.”After she left I washed up and changed my shirt and set out for the plaza. It was still relatively early for things to get into their full riot mode but the musicians were spirited and the pots over the cooking fires sent their “Eat me” messages. One of her hands was wrapped around his cock and the other was fondling his balls. Alfred leaned back some, using his arms to support himself. “That feels good, Ver..my sexy slut. Are you still good at swallowing?” “Very much so, master. Do you want to see?” “Yes, swallow it all with nothing leaking out.” Veronica only hummed as her mouth made repeated trips up and down his hard cock. Sucking and licking. She gave his cock a few small light nips, which caused him to flex his cock. Veronica was.