"Are you okay, Kimmy?" I asked from my safe, upright position.Her eyes fluttered open. She smiled up at me with an angelic face. "I'm fine. Did I do o...kay?" There was an imploring look in those puppy-dog eyes."You did great," I said, forcing a grin.I lay down in her arms again and kissed her.For the rest of that afternoon and into the early evening, Kimmy and I fucked and sucked and cuddled, pausing only for light snacks and cool refreshments to replenish our energy and the bodily fluids we had. I could feel him becoming harder and harder. His hand strayed to my hair and I felt him gently stroke it; I didn’t mind. Taking him out of my mouth, I ran my tongue all down the base of his shaft and concentrated my efforts on the base where I felt his balls contract. I settled down to licking his shaft with long, deep strokes as though it was some delicious fruit. To add to my performance; I moaned deeply, throwing my hair from side to side and swiveling my hips. I could tell he was enjoying. I rigged up a spit and began to roast some meat. Gabrain seemed to have decided to attach himself to me and he sat by my side as the meat cooked."My Lord, tell me again how your archers halted the Saxons?" He asked me.I retold the story of the battle at Hazelrigg and Gabrain showed his quick-witted intelligence by asking a number of insightful questions. He asked about distance and angles, about numbers and about how the Saxons might have defended themselves against the hail of arrows. I found. She was quite good looking with elegant features but could be a bitch, for want of a better term, at times. It was school policy that she attended and witnessed the physical punishment of pupils. And you didn’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to see that she derived a quiet sadistic satisfaction from that role either. He tore open the letter – he was to receive four strokes of the cane at five to four and just ten minutes before school finished. What a dreadful way to start the weekend, he thought..