"First, we have to blindfold you," said Sarah as she took a scarf and tied it tight around my head."Now, we tie you up like you've been robbed" and I ...elt some light rope, more like cording being tied around my wrists, then my legs and soon they had me tied firmly to the chair.My hands were behind me and each leg was tied to a front leg of the chair. I was firmly bound. Then they untied my blindfold.They both knelt down in front of me and Tracy, the older one, lifted up my teeshirt as Sarah. "Oh, by the way, I brought that flash drive for you. The thought of you jacking off to pictures of us is very exciting."At some point some people walked in and sat a few chairs down from us, so we both faced the bar. Our conversation turned to more subdued subjects, but the tension was in the air. About half way thru the beer, Steve's hand made it too my thigh. I was so glad I had shaved my legs and trimmed up the pubic area. As we talked, I spread my legs slightly giving him better access. The. ”I considered the Old Saxon’s words. It was true there’d always been a low level, but keen, rivalry between the wealthier priests and the less affluent friars. I thought I knew why too; the friars, most of them anyway, were closer to the common folk; the priests were more attuned to Rome. Of course, Saxons like me had no interest in Rome.I gave the Old Saxon a rueful grin, “Thank you old man. I’ll pay your words some heed when I get home.”The Old Saxon, ashen and grim faced, responded, “God. Then her hands moved lower still, to my buttocks. “You have a very nice bum, Danny,” she said, giving it a playful slap. “Thank you,” I murmured. She rubbed and squeezed my cheeks, parting them and running one teasing finger down my crack. I squirmed with pleasure as she gently circled my anus. “Ooh, you like that?” she asked softly, pressing her finger a little harder. “Uh, yeah,” I said, blushing. “A bit.” Her fingers did not rest there. They traced down still further, stroking ever-so-gently.