I don't love the belt, but I crave the attention.A few light smacks, and my body melted back into the blankets.Yes, please. More, please. Now, please....But John Brownstone's mind was on a single track, and I wasn't it. Not in that moment.Give me a minute.I rolled over on my back, spreading my knees and thighs. My fingers stroked my outer labia. I could smell my arousal, all from a few whacks with a belt. And the daringness of this moment. I kept quiet, knowing he'd eventually look. He turned. His. Then, I quickly pulled my semi-hard cock from my slacks, and began stroking it as she gazed at me as if she had never seen a man stroking his cock in public.“I wanna try some of this!” I ran my hand back and forth over her pussy. “I know those other guys sure must’ve had plenty of fun in your hot cunt.”“Stop…somebody will see,” she protested once again, but not as harshly, and she made little effort to really stop my playing with her. She was beginning to enjoy the perverse play.“Who the fuck. ’ ‘You are an attorney and a bail bondsman. That is rather an eclectic combination of occupations under one roof.’ ‘I suppose, but it fills a niche and business is very good.’ ‘Yes, so I have heard. Mary says you have that old armory restored quite nicely. My grandfather was stationed there the latter part of WWI after he was wounded in France. ‘Yes, sir, I’m happy with it.’ ‘I’ve driven by there a few times. I remember how run down the property was before you bought the place. You caused. Suck it as you would a lollipop; just remember to keep your teeth well out of the way."She looked at the attendants and asked, "Do they have to stay?" Oh, they're only eunuchs. Just ignore them," was the surprising reply.She leant forwards and kissed the tip of his prick, then she licked it and was intrigued by the slightly salty flavour. Taking it further in her mouth she felt a deep twinge of excitement in her cunt when it grew and strengthened as she sucked gently on it. Moving her head.