It would not be sensible to delay the outcome of this enforced exercise. I looked at that exposed mound and imagined myself fucking Xena. I had become... very hard and my lust was beginning to surge more strongly. Meanwhile at regular intervals, the rods were falling across my buttocks. Thus I gasped with pain as well as pleasure. Xena was regarding me with a mixture of loathing and contempt. But it wasn’t my fault, surely? Faster... yet faster. I had to get it over with. Only then would the rods. Karen, Everett Wahl's girl Friday, jumped to her feet and smiled."Welcome home, Scott."He gave her a quick hug, "It's good to be back. How are you?" I'm good," she said. "He'll be pleased you're early." How is he?" Excited. You remember that Marine Corps coffee mug you sent? He won't drink from anything else."Scott followed Karen into the inner sanctum. One of the things he appreciated about the Western Group was their enduring stability. They'd been around for over a century. The Midland. " I let the blue silk slide off my shoulders to the floor. I am pleasantly self-conscious as he looks at me. His expression is intense and I feel my nipples getting hard. "Up on the bed," he says, I climb up on the bed and sit facing him. I watch as he cuts the rope and brings over two lengths. He threads one through the loop on each ankle cuff. "Take off your panties." I know better than to hesitate. I remove my panties, pulling the lengths of rope through the leg openings. "On your belly.". There was no blockage as I had expected and she began to move her pelvis in response to my probing fingers. My lips closed upon her breast and I sucked her nipple into my greedy mouth. I wanted to go down and taste her wetness, but her urgent movement let me know that could wait for another time. I rose up and pressed my manhood against her nether lips and lubricated myself by sliding along her slit. I think at that moment she thought I had missed her opening and she reached down to place me at.