"Are you ready my love"? "Yes". "Then we shall begin", I said, clapping my hands, signaling two large Simoan men, also adorned in the traditio...al garb of the island. As they helped you to yourfeet, I shouted, "Prepare the altar"! You were escorted to an altar of large smooth stones, with lighted bamboo sticksburning on either side. As you were being tied to the altar, your eyes met mine, and I gave you a nod, indicating everything would be fine. You were then blind folded, asagain I. You all are skins." I paled at Coach's words.I didn't know exactly how to deal with this, seeing as how Davy would be hurt if I ignored him all hour. I couldn't look at him and his bare chest though;not if I wanted the guys to all think i'm still straight. A whistle blew and the game began.Shockingly, I went the whole hour without having to stare at Davy. When time was up, I turned to run and shower, only to realize it was the day to helpwith the challenged kids. I turned back around to see. Trisha was transfixed as she milked the white streams of cum from his pulsing cock. She had done this many times before but this was the longest climax she could ever remember. The pool of sperm on the bench was running to the edge and dripping on the floor.Ever the professional, Trisha pulled her finger from Malcolm's asshole and, taking off her gloves, placed them in a bin.“Please go back behind the screen and dress and then we have to talk,” she instructed.When Malcolm reappeared, fully. Her wrist raised up submissively towards her punisher while my sister put a single mark on the trembling wrist. Meanwhile my mother`s tongue continued its ministrations without a pause as the tears began to fall. The next stroke struck the left cheek, with much the same effect, a second mark appeared on the wrist, as did a third and then a forth, by now the tongue was pressing hard on the sex, as if it was the only thing that mattered in this world, but the scream was louder, and the tears.