On his return I was led out of the cell and was told that I was to receive 50 strokes of the strap because he thoght I needed it and he wanted me to h...ve a good thrashing for his pleasure. Before this I was to be fitted with a slave harness. This was put over my head and the steel ring at the bottom was passed over my balls and cock. Then I was bent over and a butt plug inserted. The harness was then pulled tight up between my cheeks and it appeared a small black box was attached to a strap on. She tried to close her legs, but felt them too spread apart so wide she felt her hamstrings strain.She was shuddering with sensation by the time the thing took her sex. It poured into her slowly and methodically. It worked in, exploring her every crevice. It lightly prodded deeper, and deeper. Any spot that made her hysterically moan more than usual was remembered and explored again. It was like it wanted to make her scream. "Not there!" It filled her up and tickled her on the inside. It found. It was beyond stunning. She slammed the door, obviously pissed.I saw a lot of butt kissing in my future. Then I got a vision of being able to actually kiss her butt, and got even more flustered.All this happened about two months after the first time we all went to town. I realized of all the girls, the only one I could see was Claire. I was a little confused, wondering if she could stand a life with the man who killed her husband. She was sending out subtle little signs, a touch here, a kiss on. The expression transformed her face from plain to pretty. Her innocence amused and tickled him. Its snowing. Like a White Christmas. He couldnt help it. He grinned it was January. She wasnt just drunk, she was completely sloshed. But still amazingly stable and logical. Lets get you home, he said, coming around the bar to help her from the stool. This was not something he ever did. He owned the bars, how the patrons got home was their problem, not his. But he couldnt just leave this girl to her.