Our dinner that night included an interesting vegetable that looked like a large version of the flower of a thistle bush. Señor Castro called it an a...tichoke.Sunday August 12, 1849We left after a hearty breakfast and a brief worship service by the Mormons. One of Señor Castro’s vaqueros rode with us, showing us the fastest route to Monterey. He also guided us around pockets of quicksand along the Salinas, or Monterey, River that we had to cross.Tuesday August 14, 1849Late this morning, we. I liked having my pussy eaten and I knew what I liked. So I wasn't too worried about my ability to please another woman.I dropped a lounge chair cushion in the grass and placed a towel on it. It was a warm evening and it looked like we were going to be getting wet and sweaty. I guided Karen to the cushion and placed her on her back. When she was comfortable I got on my knees beside her and gently moved my fingertips over her sexy body. I smiled and said, "I've never done this before. Tell me if. "We're just getting started."The belt made a loud swish through the air and a satisfying smack as I delivered the first real blow of your whipping. You whimpered and moaned as I continued to beat your ass with a steady rhythm, loving the sounds and the red welts that the belt raised on your cheeks. After about twenty firm strokes, I paused again. You wiggled your ass, giving muffled whines, wordlessly begging for more."You are such a little pain slut," I purred, drawing the belt back. As he began to suck me, he worked a finger into my anus, probing deep until his searching finger found a sensitive spot deep inside and massaged it. I felt as though an electric shock had run through me, as I arched my back and helplessly spewed a torrent of spunk into Wayne’s waiting mouth. When Wayne finally took his mouth from my cock and his finger from my anus I slumped limply back on the bed, feeling drained. My jaw and my balls ached; my lips felt bruised, as did my cock, which had gone.