I’m not objecting. As I ran through the scenario, I could see how everyone had accepted their roles and the unwritten rules I had accidently broken....She could have told me and I wouldn’t have broken it, but I’m guessing that was part of the fantasy. To have me break the rule so that I could be restrained. I smiled with a grin worthy of Dick Dastardly, the old cartoon villain. I felt her behind me before I heard anything. Chrissy’s soft arms wrapped around me; pulling me back tight against her. I had begun to wear a kilt in the last week, my jeans somewhat the worse for wear and I shrugged my plaid off of my shoulder to free myself of any possible encumbrance should I need to use my sword. Kirsty enjoyed the freer access the kilt gave her to my 'staff-beast' as, of course, like a true Scotsman, I wore the kilt 'commando'.I couldn't see the Vikings as yet and wondered whether this was merely another one of the drills I had instituted. I watched men push out boats laden with the jars of. She place the chairs opposite each other so when we sat down Kyle and myself were facing each other. The room was mirrors all round, with a small platform surrounding the dancing pole. As we waited for the new song to start, we chatted. She was 22 years old, and from Australia. The new song started and she started dancing around the pole in her black hills, she moved up and down and the hung downwards looking at me as she held on with her legs only. She slid off and sat in front of Kyle and. Mr. Warden paused again, his cock-head painfully stretching Kevin's outer ring as wide as a fist. Kevin's inner ass-ring was just sealing itself shut, when it was once again ripped apart by Mr. Warden's dick. Again the pain lessened from Kevin's sphincter as it increased in his gut, he was either be ripped wide, or stuck deep deep. Back and forth went Mr. Warden and back and forth went the pain until slowly it was replaced by throbs of deep pleasure. The fucking still stung and hurt the boy,.