If you can be good, not fight me and stay quiet, I will not use the gag. That is your choice.” I nodded my acknowledgement of his rules. “I will ...ry to be good,” I answered, with a grin. “Then we will both enjoy this,” he said, as he caressed my cheek. I relaxed, allowed him to manipulate my body and bind me. He would smile and grab my arms or legs, tight and rough. I smiled back. I enjoyed his harsh treatment, as my slit grew increasingly wet with every binding he applied. He worked me to. When Janet opened the door she saw the empty wine glass on the nightstand and knew that Maria had flagrantly disobeyed her. Throwing on a housecoat, Janet slipped out to the backyard, and with a sharp steak knife, cut off a long thin branch from the maple tree that shaded their home.Back inside the house, Janet cut the twigs that sprouted from the tree branch, leaving small, rough, nubs poking out up and down the stick. She returned to her bedroom with a large bowl, and after shucking her robe,. She did her cleaning, chatting as usual, and I lay on the bed watching her.She finished and then stood by the bed.‘You better finish yourself off,’ she said laughing again.I was emboldened by her humour and her directness, and put my hand on my cock, over the sheet, and with a couple of strokes of my fingers I was hard again.‘Looks like you’re ready now. Enjoy yourself,’ she giggled and left the room, closing the door behind her.For the next few weeks I was distracted from my studies, and most. “I’ll go get my supervisor,” she said as she left.“Tony! How are you, man?”I turned around to see who in the world would know I even existed. I found myself face-to-face with Karl Higgendorfer, the reigning A-division champ.“Oh ... hey, Karl. Good to see you.” We shook hands. We hadn’t said much to each other in Tempe and I was surprised that he even recognized me here.“You getting ready for your practice court?”“Trying. They tell me my practice court is in someplace called Cicero and it was.