I worriedout loud that he might show these pictures to others, and speculatedthat I had lost my mind to be doing this, but each click of the cameraand...each admiring remark made me more excited at my daring. He mighthave been disappointed to know at the time, but he was only peripheralto my responses while making out that evening . . . my mind was oneenormous erogenous zone as I thought about him looking at thosepictures, and maybe showing them to friends we both knew back East. I was hooked on. He knew well how to get what he wanted, by hook or by crook. Ankit said, “But you can do it. It’s easy. Come on.”I looked up to him and he was smiling with that cigarette still in his mouth. I didn’t say anything but just kept looking at his face.Ankit asked, “OK?”I did nothing. I was in the same position as before but I just shut my eyes.He asked me, “Open your mouth.”“No way. You aren’t blowing it into my open mouth,” I retorted opening my eyes in a flutter.Ankit – No not that, I want to spit. .please don't spank hard,I am sorry for all my transgressions,please Father Abbot not too hard,please." "Lower those shorts boy,let us get to the bottom of things," Caroline heard the Abbot say,he was smiling amorously at Justin now,Caroline felt so jealous.Here she was on her knees begging to be in that position with Justin at her side,wanting so much to feel Justin ,but it was the old Abbot,that old pervert who had spanked her so many times who was to have the pleasure of touching. We chatted for a while to catch up, and then she told me about a club she'd belonged to for a while. As she described an upcoming meeting, my cock started to harden.It was a sort of ladies' sex club, she said, but the meetings didn't always involve actual sex. Instead, it was sex play, where men and women would entertain each other, but actual intercourse wasn't necessarily on the program. There would be plenty of nudity and foreplay and "games" and such, though. If I had a clean bill of health.