At least Mirela was soft on the eyes compared to those flinty stone heads. With that thought, a chuckle escaped from his throat.Mirela raised an eyebr...w, "Something in my description strikes you as funny, guardsman?" No my lady," Stefan straightened his spine, "your words sent me back to my masters' classrooms for a moment." Esmie told me that you were uttering a priest's chant while she disinfected you." Your soap was rather brutal," Stefan replied, "and I am still smarting from its effects. ' "Well, sir, me and Shovelhead lost no time in doin' just that. 'You'll find a kind of stable a bit farther back,' says our hostess. 'You can put yore horses there.' "Well, I hands my reins to Shovelhead and he leads the horses on back while I stepped up to that fire and began to thaw a mite. 'I imagine yew'll not say no to coffee,' our hostess says, handing me a cup and indicating a pot that was a-settin on a flat stone just to one side of the fire. "'No ma'am,' I says. 'I surely wouldn't.'. “Please stop.”“You will never punish us again or grope us again.” I told him as I grabbed his rigid cock, “But all four of us will use this strap on your naughty penis until you are truly sorry.”I pushed the foreskin back down. Thwack, thwack, thwack, three more stinging swipes but this time across the glans which brought more yells and cursing from our now humbled boss.I held up the strap, “Who’s next.”He was not going to get off lightly as Sally, Ellen and Beth all reached for the implement. But days later I walked into the woods with him and told him I wanted to do it again.He yelled at me saying “What the fuck! Are you queer or something?”That paralyzed me and I never acted on that impulse again until the age of forty-eight.But, from that day on, I thought about it a lot. It became ingrained in my thoughts every time I jerked off. I desperately wanted to suck somebody off, and that need was greatly enhanced after my divorce and affairs. I even thought about eating my own cum, but.