“Jesus,” Stone sighed.“I don’t know if this would interest you at all,” Rena said, “but I spent a good part of the afternoon in the bathro...m, shaving ... verrry carefully.”Stone almost said fuck out loud.Rena then turned until she was sitting with her thighs open and astride the corners of the table, her feet dangling near his thighs. Her skirt hiked around her hips, exposing the full length of each thigh, along with the shapely pout of her carefully shaved mound. He could see she hadn’t. ”“He asked me if I knew what a PDI was, and because of my son, I answered him. Thank you, Paul. He offered me the job, just like that?”That got him a kiss from his luscious lady.He asked her to get up for a moment, and he stepped away.“He had to pee,” my outrageous mother said.“Or, you got him hard,” my more outrageous fiancée said.After things got settled, with Ruth back up on his lap, “So, he told me his goal of 538 PDI’s, through-out all 50 states, mentioning that some of the traveling would. ” I could hear the swish of the cane, then a sharp intake of breath. As the caning continued, Anna started to groan and could not help but cry out towards the end. Boris must have really laid into her. Applause from the crowd. “Our next game. Boris and Anna, please do not draw any cards. We need four players - the four highest cards will play.” A slight delay while the players were being determined …“Andrew, Richard, Dominic and Gloria are the lucky ones. This game is a caning game. The aim of. Your confusion mounts as the next thing you see is an upside down bottle of honey. I show it to you, and soon after it disappears from your sight you feel the honey being poured into your open holes. You clench them involuntarily, but the cages prevent them from closing. The honey tickles as it dribbles into you, sticky and viscous. After dispensing the bottle of honey into your holes, I spread out a blanket and begin to read a book. You knew this was going to be a prolonged experience, and so.