Just as when I'd been beaten as school, the riding crop had the usual effect and almost immediately my erection returned.I lost count of the strokes, ...aybe a dozen or so, before she knelt next to me with a leather paddle and began to smack my arse. Then I felt her reach under the bench and for the first time in my life I felt another hand take hold of my cock. With each smack she would give my cock a squeeze and with each squeeze I began to cum and cum and cum. It was glorious.I thought that it. Sliding his shirt over her head, she sat on the edge, then slipped in. She had stopped bleeding yesterday, and she wanted to make sure any clots were gone now. She bathed for a long while, just soaking and enjoying the feeling of buoyancy. She still longed for the company of the man who had saved her life, twice now.She finally tired of the bath, and did not scrub her skin, if Harlen liked the cinnamon scent she gave off, she would wear it for him. Besides, the lye soap burned, and she did not. Jeff sat down and said, "Come on, mate, cheer up."Brendon looked at his train friend and forced a smile, as he said, "I-I- I am fine. It is go- go- going to take a li- little more .. time."Brendon had a bout of adult- onset stammering. The lovelorn betrayed manwas a stammerer when he was young. He outgrew the speech impediment ashis confidence in himself grew. The hit to his confidence which camefrom what his best friend did with with his woman caused the stammertocome back.Brendon was just. I met her at a neighborhood bar I frequented on Friday nights on my way home from work. She was in her graduating year of university, and working as a bartender to make ends meet. I was struck by Bianca the first time I laid eyes on her. I had turned forty-one a few days prior to meeting her for the first time. She gave me a sparkly eyed smile, said hello to me, and asked what my poison was, as I took a seat at the bar. Just shy of eleven months later, I was informed by the owner of the bar.