“Alright, Christine, are you ready for a full punishment?” She looked up into his eyes and nodded. “Remember, you can stop any time you wish. Yo...u understand that, right?” She nodded again. “What implement would you like for your punishment? Keep in mind that the implement you choose will determine how many strokes you get. It’s difficult to explain, but the punishment will end when it needs to end. It’s about where your mind is taken as a result of it, not about how many strokes have been. So she again asked if I was ready and she commenced to lube up and took my member in her hands. It certainly took less than a minute with such massaging to get me hard but I was determined to be sure I was totally as large as I could get so we went on for another minute.Then I told her “that’s it, I’m full size” so she stopped to get the tape measure. She fumbled around for a moment while I basked in the stimulation and knowing I’d be getting sweet satisfaction in. " "I know exactly how to explain this." Mel stood up, "Come on, lets go inside the house." I followed Mel into the living room. She walked over to the chairs in front of the fireplace, unfastened her jeans and pushed them down to her ankles. As she was stepping out of them she said, "Take off your pants but leave your boxers on." Curious about what we were doing, I took off my trousers. I already had an erection. Mel is a beautiful woman. Seeing her in a pair of lacy white bikini panties is. .” he asked daintily, whispering low.She shrugged modestly. “Twelve.. Thirteen inches?” she replied gently, without looking away from the film.He stared at her in disbelief, then down at her member, pulsing gently in the soft grip of his hand. She didn’t seem to be kidding. He wanted to experience this properly, give it the attention it deserved. He slid from his seat and moved to kneel between her thighs, it was cramped, between her legs and the seat at his back but he was comfortable enough,.