I cried out in surprise when I felt a slap on my ass. She slapped me again, and I felt the stinging ripple through my body. I moaned in pleasure. ...atricia grabbed another fistful of my hair and pulled until I was on my hands and knees with my back arched. She kept a hold on me while she spanked me until I was sure my ass was very red and stinging. I tried to turn my head to check, but her grip was too firm. She spanked me again, and I felt myself getting wet. "You like that, don't you?". Now it seemed to be a matter of time. He was still strong and capable, and I knew my gamble was failing. I was losing my strength, becoming fatigued faster than he was. Then he stopped, leaning on his sword. Inside he must have been sweating like a hog, so overdressed he was. Outside in the fields, fine, but in the great hall, with a fire at one end for the lords and ladies (well, two lords – the earl and bishop, and two ladies: the earl’s wife and Lady Seen. Earl Blaine’s son was there too, a. It had all started on their first visit. On the third night of their stay, a somewhat drunken game of "Truth or Dare" had developed to the point of all dares. Brenda had dared my wife Sherry to suck me as close to the point of orgasm as possible without letting me come. I was groaning under my wife's expert oral ministrations and was just about to get a nut when she pulled her mouth away, letting me slip from her lips with a wet plop. I moaned in frustration.Sherry let me calm down a bit,. I would just take my word for it that they are definitely not of the glamorous variety. Clogs with holes in the toes… anyway! …And the rest of the day was spent making it up to my friend, who seemed to be making up to me too as she made me dinner. I then spent 3 hours talking on the phone to another friend who told me about the Northern Lights to be seen in the sky that night. But from mowing the lawn to going to bed I wore my Kit mules (as previously seen) and I’m afraid the shoes have not.