She wrapped her warm hand around the shaft as she slowly began a natural up and down movement. "It feels so big and hot and hard," she said, "I wonder...what it smells like."She proceeded to move closer to my hard stiff cock until her face was directly over it then she stuck her nose into my crotch and began smelling all around it. "Smells so good," she said, "I bet it taste good, too." With that she began licking my hard pole all over with her soft wet tongue. She licked my stiff cock till it. .that's David's bunk by the window...you take my bed...' I fringed u*********sness as the two of them fumbled around in the dark, finally T-Bone made it to the bed and laid down. Daryl stood in the middle of the floor fumbling with his clothes, soon T-Bone started to snore gently. Daryl was standing removing his clothes. I could make out what was going on from the small reflecting light from the computer mouse. Daryl's cock was sticking out from his body, he took hold of it and stroked it a. Why would they let us?"Ms Jones answer was to the point, "You don't need to know why they will submit. They have been informed as to what will happen to any boy who refuses to be spanked. There will be very, very few refusals and no boy will refuse twice, believe me." But I don't get it," Donna asked. (Donna often didn't get it, not being the brightest bulb in the string.) "What's not to get," countered Ms Jones." "Well, why should we spank the boys?" "Because they need it and you want to,". He had been worked hard by the sword master that had put him through all the classic moves of attack and defense and the sweat had poured off his battered body like rain from a stone roof. He even had several small nicks from overly enthusiastic clashes that had surprised him with their ferocity. The Roman taskmaster was a generation older than David but he was still astonishingly agile and his ability to find little chinks in David's defenses was the reason why he paid him extra coins after.