No concept of sharing the hurt, of giving pleasure, of listening together to the musical thwump of the flogger, of serving the floggee… It's all ac...demic and selfish, - mutuality is dead, spiritual enjoyment gone….I used to row on the river (at Henley too), and a rhythm of 35 strokes to the minute was regular for me so that's what I look for now, full effort behind every stroke across my bum and back, but who is there out there prepared to go that far ? All the well-built ladies in scanty. " Why? I was looking forward to being with you." Because that's how they assigned the rooms, dummy. You sleep with your mom."Dinner that evening was another surprise, a very pleasant one. The dining room in the hotel is one of the better restaurants in the entire city. But during dinner, Jason's dad wanted to find out a little more about Kyle, and that discussion became a downer for Kyle."I understand that your father writes books, Kyle." Well, yes sir, he did write some books." What kind of. Tony gently ran his finger in and out of me to so I could get used to the in and out motion. Then he put two and then three fingers inside me, soon I was very relaxed. My ass was ready to accept something bigger. Tony then stood by the edge of the bed and lined up his cock with my asshole.I looked back at Tony and whispered softly “I’m ready, go ahead”. With that Tony’s cock went between my ass cheeks. It didn’t hurt at all until it met my sphincter and the head of his cock met the entrance to. " He shrugged in the darkness and wiggled even closer against her. "You know, so soft and warm and all." Yeah, I think I know," Billie whispered against his hair."Hey, could you scratch my back?" the boy asked.Billie-Ann put an arm around his shoulders and started making slow circles with her fingernails. She moved down to the small of his back and then up again, feeling the little bumps of his ribs as she scratched, and thinking how funny it was that touching another person always did funny.