She slightly tapped my trapped balls. Then the blow, hard, right on the balls. I screamed and almost fainted. The second blow. I was reaching my limit..., but my cock seemed to get even harder. Mistress Phoenix took off the Humbler.”Now get up and stand in front of the bench. I will put the second newspaper on the bench. You put your hard cock on it and I will deliver two more strikes. Be a man, it’s almost over.”I of course obeyed. The first strike came down hard on my shaft. I bit my tongue. The. How did I let this happen to me? I recall thinking. As I moved my mouth up and down on his throbbing cock, I remember a flashback to my nineteenth year on Earth. I was in the back seat of my Father’s BMW, it was around midnight and I gave a ride home from a night club to Brett Stephenson, my then Boss’s son. A year younger than me, I thought I would make sure he got home safe, but that night, somehow, I was blowing him too and that was the first head job I ever gave. Until now, even though I. " Revanche chuckled, picking up the papers he put them in a pouch and sent them on to London to Tetly's. Alex with a chuckle stuck his head in the book room door "Revanche, I think Zara is hanging from the chandelier waiting for you to walk by." With a laugh Revanche stood up "never let it be said I kept a lady waiting." Alex and Laurel laughed, Alex squeezed Laurel hand saying quietly "I think being home has helped him a lot." Laurel nodded with a smile. Zara shrieked wildly as she dropped. But neither showed much of a spark. Their idle chatter about clothes, what ‘people’ were doing and about the movies they had seen irritated me to the point where it was on the tip of my tongue to ask them whether they had ever been cunt whipped! Of course decorum prevailed. Also boredom to the point that even if they had been willing to stay over with me, I found myself disinterested and didn’t even bother to ask. I still thought of myself as a rather staid, conventional guy, as I had indeed.