Mistress Flavia returned carrying the Roman flagellum with its metal washers and ½ inch hex nuts on each of the 18 tails. “Ophelia. I’m going to ...begin on his back. But I want you to stand in front of him and torment him in any manner you wish.I couldn’t see what Mistress Flavia was doing, but from the sounds I heard, it seemed as if she was swinging the flagellum back and forth in front of her, to get a sense of how it flowed through the air. When she felt comfortable with the whip, she moved. Megan and I would open the letters together read them, and discuss if we should meet. Our ads requested couples and select singles. Although we had a few encounters we were not experience by any means. Megan was more comfortable with single guys than couples. One guy that wrote us stated that he had a 12 inch cock. Megan said that she doubted that she could handle 12 in. The picture he sent showed a very long, but thin cock. I told her she could handle it and after a little encouragement. So I told him that he should be tasting my dick since his sissy bitch slobbered on my cock for a minute or so.We just stood there staring at each other for about 5 seconds before he said well there you go, nothing I can do if he wants to be a little slut. I told him not to worry about me and that if he ever needed bullying I would be glad to oblige. Confusion washed over his face and my dick started to twitch. I explained to him that I'm a decent friend but a better b u l l. He didn't know what. Spring always came late to the mountains I reminded myself.When 'X' arrived without a word we began to run along the well worn path up the mountain. Then we ran around the top. Then back down to the compound. If it had all been up hill, I would have made it even less of the way before falling out. I did manage to get all the way to the top, but couldn't keep up going around the top of the old worn down mountain, or make it on the run down.I was always amazed that some of the men wore backpacks.