"No, I had something else last night," Becky blurted out before realizing what she had admitted to.Her comment hadn't struck DJ just then. She ran her...hand around and along the length of the dildo. It didn't feel anything like Joey's cock that she had manipulated that morning."It's not as big as..." she stopped herself."As big as what, DeeJ?" Becky caught her hesitance."Not as big... as I thought it would be," DJ hoped that this would keep her secret."No, this is a nice size for a man's cock,". The sting from my slap hurts my hand as my hand print turns your ass cheek red. You let out a little whimper but not enough for my liking, so I give you a matching mark on the other side. This time you start to cry a little. I feel a little bad that I have hurt my little angel so I slowly rub your ass and move my hand between your thighs and feel that your pussy is so wet your panties are damp. I pull them to the side and caress your swollen labia and feel you erect clit. As my finger passes. The man spoke the local dialect similar to what Kola and the others spoke. He was a short, wiry man who was dressed in a dark woollen tunic, leather britches, boots, and a cloak. He was armed with a long metal tipped spear and a knife that was stuck in his belt. He was the only one at the checkpoint standing. His two companions were resting on a stump that stood to one side of the point where the drawbridge touched the bank of the river. They looked at us with interest for a second or two and. She shivered and we hurried our pace. Inclining to agree with her I made a reassuring comment and quickened my pace reassured a little on turning a corner to see a club advertising a gay floor show and drag artists. At least there was some sign of life! Then a few shop fronts along was our goal, a slightly shabby sign advertising the “Venus” bar. My watch indicated just ten o’clock and though earlier than we had been advised we really didn’t fancy meandering around anymore so rang the bell. In.