Beth walked on unsteady feet to the side of the bed and lay herself lengthwise across it, so that her head just touched the opposite edge, all the whi...le keeping up a litany of small moans and grunts as the movement caused the pegs to jiggle as she walked. ‘Do you like the feeling of those pegs on your tits?’ he asked conversationally, returning to the desk and grabbing more objects. ‘Yes, Sir.’ Beth sighed, as she very much enjoyed the gnawing sensation of the wooden pegs grasping her flesh.. She bumped into him with quite a shock and quickly looked up into his face. He was a tall man, well over 6 feet tall, with short blonde hair, deep piercing blue eyes and a very wide chest that seemed to expand to fill the entire width of the corridor.For a brief moment she started to think how nice it would be to be held in his strong muscular arms, but then she remembered the pain of her recent split with Adam and that snapped her back to her senses."Oh, excuse me." she said as she tried to. ” Came the cry then a few juddering lunges. I knew he had finished. The slimy covered cock slipped out, and the guard grabbed the youth. “Back on your knees.” The teen wobbled a moment before falling. He never had any chance as the cock was pushed in his before could react. Not deep but just enough. “Clean me you fucking faggot cock whore.”I watched in shock as his mouth slowly slid up and down the cum stained cock. Now I was terrified."What is your name?" The guard asked, pulling up his zip,. The knot in the pit of my stomach swells up my throat, and I am aching with the need to cry.I listen once again for the sound of the oars. So long as he is rowing he can't be touching her, and they won't be kissing. Yes, the sound is still there, but I know with a sense of dread that it will surely stop.There ... it stops quite suddenly. Not as if they were too far away to be heard, but as if, and only as if, he had stopped rowing. I know without a doubt what that means. He is running his hands.