John signals me and I pick up the flogger and walk over to Joan and begin to hit her with the flogger. Joan is counting the hits. I get to fifty and s...top. Joan says, ‘Thank you for the flogging, Mistress.’ John grabs the crop and walks over to Joan. He starts to rub her ass with the crop. She moans. He begins to smack her ass and she’s counting. He gives her another fifty and she says, ‘Thank you, Master for the whipping. Please fuck me now. I need it badly.’ John reaches down and sticks his. She’s ... from King’s Landing, where she served as a maid to Cersei Lannister for a time. My lord, she was abducted from the Red Keep and raped repeatedly by none other than Ser Gregor Clegane, the infamous Mountain. He’s headed for Oldtown in the Reach, there to take a ship for Essos.“He’s got a band of men with him, too. Mostly deserters from the earlier Lannister forces, who are ready to turn sellswords for now at least. I know because I was one of them for a brief moment. I deserted at the. I hung over his pants. It was slightly thicker than a beer can, foreskin just hung over the head of his monstrous manhood, the skin of it was soft, dark brown and unblemished. It was absolutely beautiful, I had to touch it. I moved my hand to grab it, and without any resistance from him I lightly picked it up. It had such apparent weight, and felt incredibly soft. I gripped my hand over just under a ¼ of his semi erect cock. I had to suck on this cock, I had to. "Come on man," he said, "let's. Soft touches became a usual thing for us.Then things got even spicier when he started to touch and stare my boobs and ass whenever he can and I supported him during his actions and he got more courage.Whenever I try to take anything from cupboards which are above me, he will pretend to take something from the cupboards under it and will brush his hands over my boobs and I will just stand there and sometimes push my boobs onto his hands, we both enjoyed these actions a lot.On his birthday, I.