In such a world monogamy was the exception and promiscuity the rule. A monogamous man could learn only what his partner's senses perceived and would t...herefore miss the direct experiences of all the other women. The faithful woman would learn only of the meadows and hills one man had climbed, instead of the land traversed by all of the village's males. Women could use language to describe what they had seen, but the way to get a direct picture was to have sex in turn with the same man. The youth. He was gentle with her, guiding her without rushing her along. She was clutching her canvas bag so tightly that she crushed the apple inside it, although she was unaware of it at the time. She had nearly lost the bag once, and wasn’t going to risk losing it again. It had a treasure inside that was just too valuable.The man holding the boy once again started jabbering in that strange language. Jibat still couldn’t make heads or tails out of what the man was saying, but it obvious that he wasn’t. "Please, please, please, let me cum in your mouth," he said again.I could sense how badly he wanted it so I figured I'd let him squirt a couple of times, then I'd spit it out. A moment later I felt a warm gush all over my tongue and I kept my lips clamped around his pole as he pumped spurt after spurt of cum into my mouth."Drink it! Drink it down," he gasped.I swirled his cum around my mouth to see how it tasted and realized it wasn't bad, so I decided to swallow it just this once, just out. "I'll look after you," said Josephine softly, sliding from the bed onto her feet and reaching down for the implement."Thank you, Josephine," whispered Penelope, closing her eyes in expectant bliss.Josephine picked up the belt and stretched it out. It was thin and made of imitation leather. She had no idea how much or little it might hurt someone if used as a whip. Penelope trembled in anticipation as Josephine felt the soft skin of her buttocks with her fingertips. Breathing in quietly,.