He took it, still smiling broadly. "Well done!" He said, genuinely happy with me.I received similar welcoming responses from all the others, and as I ...id, as I shook hands, and smiled, and chatted (even with guys I'd never laid eyes on before till that night). The taste of all that sperm lingered in my mouth. It wasn't an unpleasant taste by any means. In fact, I liked the subtle 'nutty' flavor; and under that, there was a faint but discernable, sweetness to it, as well! Or, that's how it. We eventually stopped off at a delightfully old-fashioned country pub for lunch. Actually it was after 4pm so calling it lunch is stretching it a bit. I was ravenous. I hadn't eaten since dinner the previous night and what I had eaten then was probably swimming around in the local sewage farm by that time after being deposited down my hotel room loo."OK my young friend," my benefactor announced after we had finished eating and were relaxing in the empty pub restaurant, "We need to talk about. "Move onto the bed, kneel with your head low and your bottom high; give yourself a little rub if you want to." Mary open her legs and reached backwards with her hand, rubbing gently at first and then with more energy and intensity as Mummy slapped harder. Mary's hips thrust backwards and forwards as she climaxed quietly but energetically. She lay still for a while as Mummy stroked her back and hair then she stood up and the two naked women embraced with their arms around each other. Over dinner. The whistle of a whip as it carves though the air and the crack as it reaches its terminus of her lush hind quarters. An all powerful urgency to hear a cane hiss its way to savage her form, incising those delectable lines that will remind her for days of the punishment she endured. Experiencing the agony of the cloverleafs pulling, encircling her nipples. The torment of them constricting more and more. Fear and anticipation of the ache that will come after they are removed as the blood rushes.