It was awkward and I made the mistake of sucking for air and I felt my sinuses and lungs draw in liquid. I didn’t make that mistake again and this ...ime did as he said and gulped down the cum. I felt him thrust and cum five times before he sat back down on the bed, still holding my face pressed into his groin. It was weird as he held me there and stroked my hair keeping my mouth on his cock. I felt his cock soften and almost seem to shrink its size some but his arms held my lips pasted into. I again used the tacks to mark my way. The trail was clear and I knew it was the right way because their aroma permeated the path. The trail forced me under a highway bridge and to cross the stream but I could do that without getting my feet wet so I did. About two hundred meters further I suddenly found myself running into previously posted tacks. I had been there before. It had been a much shorter trip to that spot that morning. I was on the trail where I had felt I was being followed. I. “ Oww,” I howled. “That hurt.” “ It's supposed to hurt,” he said. “Miss Smart Ass.” The next one hurt even more, enough to bring tears to my eyes. I knew that one would leave a welt. The next two made me beg him to stop. “ You said the first two didn't count,” he said. “Remember.” “ They counted,” I said. “ The last two too hard?” He asked. “ I've had harder,” I said. I wished immediately that I hadn't said that. He brought the belt down on me again, hard enough to lift me onto my toes. She took the flannel rinsed it again then held it out to him once more, she whispered, “remove the soap.” His hand shook as he took the proffered cloth and then began at her back, then her buttocks, and legs, the door forgotten. That done she again took the flannel rinsed it and then returned it to him facing him completely, he instinctively stepped back against the door, scanning his eyes over her middle-aged body from breast to crutch and back. His mouth opened slightly and he was about to.