Duncan went on with the caning and after six strokes, Carol was sobbing loudly and she kept trying to clench and unclench her buttocks to relieve the ...tinging. Duncan did think of stopping then, not least because he was longing to fuck her, but she had said nine strokes so that was what she would get.He perhaps put a little less power into the last three but then he stood back and looked at the cane ravaged mature arse as Carol cried into the settee cushions. She had not spoken, well nothing. "Dan picked up where Susan left off, "One of the other things that we tried early on was reading stories. Some of the sites where amateur writers can post their stories caught our eye, and we quickly became members. We'd each read stories in several different genres during the day. Then we'd share things that turned us on. I was the first to read the exhibitionist stories that gave us the idea."Susan continued, "The first time, we went to a nice bar together. I was wearing a white. It is only through learning and practice that one may acquire such skill.Am I to be such a one in this new world to which I am come?There is much to learn, and I am only a small part to where I need to reach. It seems too much now that I can ever learn, but was it not the same when first I picked up spear, when first I took sling to my hand? It is not right that Linda must give all money for our living, but is it not worse yet if I cease my learning too soon so that I may never make proper part. She looked at him quizzically and he went on to explain. Your dressed in this nice expensive red dress, fancy heals, all made up etc. Your here as an escort to a certain gentleman. Your bought and paid for But..... his plan is to corrupt you. Your a married woman who he will wine, dine, and take up to his penthouse suite and seduce. Your duty will be to accept his advances, allow yourself to be seduced. You WILL do whatever he wants, however, whenever, until dawn. Marybeth shook her head no but.