Feeling guilty, she wanted to call Casey, but decided to text him instead to avoid disturbing him. Gabriel had returned with two glasses of champagne... He handed one to Rachel with a smile. “Thank you.” “Cheers.” He clinked his glass against hers and drank the fizzy liquor. “I’m enjoying the opera so far,” she said. “Me too. They’ve changed the musical score a bit. It’s different, but nice.” She wondered if he still desired her the same way he did that night in his office. Every time she. “That’s what this is, then,” I said, tracing a ring around his dick. “Circumcision scar.”He shook. “Yes.”“Don’t get hard yet. We’re learnin’,” Bink giggled, knowing she was just about asking the impossible of him. Might’ve been easier if we had some clothes on, though.He showed us how he could stretch the skin over the head of his dick. We’ve done that. Just never looked at it in the form of something that was permanent.“Nope,” Bink grinned. “My purple plum. I like it like this.”“You have to. Hold tight to each other's shoulders. You’ll get a few strokes with the riding crop, then you have survived it,” she lifted the riding crop and beat left and right alternately. Ben and Sarah twitched a bit at each stroke. But it was not so bad because of the mutual body contact. The pain started to feel good, just as they started to enjoy it, it was over.“So we're done I would say. You can get dressed again. If you want, you can rest in our bedroom a bit, it seems you’ve had fun. The bed is. With much protesting Rebecca was prised from the phone and Timothy from the TV. Both were sent to bed. CHAPTER EIGHT Cynthia’s Story I sat in the family room and half watched a movie that I had seen before at the cinema. I didn’t even notice or mind the numerous commercials that totally destroyed the continuity that the original might have had, it was background noise. In my mind I went over the day’s events. I had mixed feelings about having made love to Brownlow, while the conservative part.