As soon as I pulled his underwear down his erect cock sprang out and hit me on the face like a hard rod. I giggled a little by the manner in which it ...appened.Rahul: Look at the slut in you, you like that don’t you? (saying this he slapped my face with his dick a couple of times)Now he released my head and I started to play with his cock for a while. Then he removed my hands and asked me not to use them again. After which he rimmed my lips with his cock and then kept it right onto my lips. I. I’m really sorry.”“We can’t let you go without punishing you,” one of his mothers-in-law said.“I’ll do anything,” he replied.“Of course, you’ll, otherwise it will grow rusty,” she said, referring to his cock, which my mom was still holding.“Good. Now here’s your punishment. Every morning you’ll fetch wood from the forest for your family for one whole month,” Mom said.Turning to the kids playing nearby, she said: “And don’t let me catch you all helping him. Okay?”Releasing his cock from her. As I brushed past Kim, I eyed Sygor and Gogra. Both men still looked a little out of it. Sygor was glaring at me with an uncertain look on his face. I paused and spoke to them before moving on.“Are you two okay?” I asked softly, speaking to them in the common tongue.“We’re fine, Jake,” Gogra responded in a firm reassuring voice. “We were just surprised by the noise and the chaotic way in which everything occurred. Are you all right?”“Yeah,” I muttered dismissively, “I’m fine, so you don’t have. If you’re having a nightmare I can wake you.”That didn’t sound too bad to me. I had no better idea. Maybe Pete wanted to date me, but maybe he was just being nice. I wasn’t afraid of him in the least. I was much less afraid of him than of going back to that apartment alone, to my haunted bed.We left early and got takeout. Peter drove me home. We ate at my kitchen table. We complained about work. It was comfortable. Peter changed into his extra gym clothes and a sweatshirt. I got into pajama.