To say that Meagan was cross with me would be an understatement. A fool she called me before setting off and leaving. I’m not a warrior by nature, g...d knows my hands are better at writing songs and harvesting wheat than taking a man’s life. But the time came to fight for what mattered, those things that are often greater than we are. On the outskirts of the village, the men joining Wallace pooled together in tents and rested that night before setting out for battle. Mine was alone, some ways. Desperate, I peed, knowing he was watching. Why fight it? “Good girl.” He removed the blindfold and gag. I blinked and squinted in the sudden light. This was my first time seeing him. I don’t understand why, but after being in the dark, seeing him was a relief and comfort. He was older looking than I had thought, his temples graying, laugh lines etched his face gently. I guessed him to be in his late 40s. “You survived your punishment I see. Today is a fresh day. Today, your training starts.. You should do this more often. Those legs should NEVER be hid by bluejeans. They're fantastic. Go all the way up to your ass." She laughed at his remark, even if she HAD heard it before. She was wanting him to take notice of her. He was always smiling at her, and had an encouraging remark for her.Today she was working with the backhoe. She was making a place for utility lines. The ditch was two feet wide and three feet deep. It was her second day working on it. She had made a few preliminary. I began slowly and with his coaching soon got the pressure and the stroke the way he liked it. At his direction, I held his balls in one hand as I increased the speed of the strokes. I could feel his balls tighten as his cock began to twitch. He told me to move my hand from his balls to just in front of the head of his penis. I did just as he let out a breathless “here it comes” as his cock bucked, jerked, and sent four squirts of sticky white cum into my hand. Jon lifted up my hand,.