Once my mother felt where Ryan's pain was coming from. She diagnosed the problem: "Oh, its just Charliehorse. Be a doll, Darryl. And get my bag from t...e closet" When I returned with my mother's bag. She had Ryan's leg propped up on to the couch. Giving me a clear few of Ryan's big hairy balls. I'm not gay. But I couldn't stop looking at his huge balls. And to make matters worse, my cock was getting hard.While my mother was applying an ointment to Ryan's inner thigh. Ryan had a clear shot at my. The pain of the many strings of the tassel, whipping my cock and balls soon had me whimpering. I pleaded with my eyes for her to stop, but she had taken control for tonight and I was to be subjected to her whims.The pain became something else. Instead of registering each lash as a fire in my brain, I started to look forward to each stroke, anticipating the brief flare of stabbing ache into a step upwards from what I would normally be able to bare. Perhaps the threshold had been crossed, I am. I threw my head back and moaned your name. Soon you were plunging into me over and over, faster and faster. I could feel your balls slapping against my ass with each stroke. The wet slapping of flesh on flesh soon filled the trail. Unknown to us, someone was watching. She was headed to the showers after going for a swim. She stood a little down the trail, biting her lower lip, frozen, and unable to move. The showers were at the end of the trail but she would have to pass right behind us to get. A quick consultation, and the two agreed to follow the road instead of the river. The penalty was slower movement, and since McAllister had no stirrups to stand in and so avoid the jarring of a trot, Sable walked.Conditions were nearly perfect for highwaymen, McAllister knew. The dense woods were close by the road, and served to hide horses and men. There lay low hilly sections, the fingers of ancient mountains, rounded and worn, with cracked granite covered in lichen sticking out of the.