There wasn't much any of the women could do, because in fact Alan's wounds were superficial. He had some bruises to the face that would last a couple ...of days, but other than that, he was fine.Of course he was obliged to show his penis and balls to everyone, since he'd been kicked there.Many hands checked to make sure it was still okay despite the kicking it received, and that it could get just as hard as usual. His balls were fondled extensively to make sure they were okay.He complained, "Do. " My few experiences with it didn't leave me with the smile you seem to be talking about. Oh, I smiled, for the guy's sake, but it really didn't do anything for me. I remember them, sure, but not with any great fondness or revulsion." Can we talk about it without my embarrassing you or offending you?" Sure, why not, maybe you can tell me what I'm doing wrong." I'm not sure you're doing anything wrong. Maybe your choice in partner but that's probably about it. Sometimes it's the first experience. “You don’t need to worry, Liz. I wasn’t gonna suggest that. I would just really like to fuck your tits again. If that’s okay with you.” A wave of relief washed over her. Her smile was adorable. “Of course!” She quickly hopped off the bed and ran naked across the room to retrieve a bottle of lotion from her suitcase. As she crawled back into bed beside me, Liz handed the lotion to me, thrusting her chest out for emphasis: “Would you care to do the honors?” I would indeed. Liz reclined. "She was a leader, Moroni. Leaders must never be weak." was that inflexible lady's reply. She thought of explaining that it hadn't been that sort of rigid organisation, just three friends together with one who took most decisions, and then she remembered that Joanne had been a keen disciplinarian herself.Another thought came to her. What if Angela refused to yield back the command when Joanne was freed! Quite a few of the girls were already talking as if the whipped and disgraced captive were.