Mandy raised the cane and slashed it through the air. CRACK, it made contact with Simon's buttocks and he groaned. Downstairs, Cindy crossed her legs,...she always did that on hearing the impact of the first stroke but she never understood why.Mandy waited several seconds before again raising the cane. She did not wait a specific number of seconds but always gave plenty of time for the previous stroke to sink in.CRACK, the second stroke was delivered and Mandy continued laying the cane across her. My everlasting love,VioletDAY THREE:My Dear Bob,Oh! Aren't you the extravagant one! Now I actually must protest. I don't deserve such generosity-three French hens! They are just darling, but I must insist-you've been too, too kind.All my love,VioletDAY FOUR:Dear Bob,Today the postman delivered four calling birds.Now really they ARE beautiful. But don't you think enough is enough?You are just being too romantic.Love,VioletDAY FIVE:Dear Bob,What a marvelous surprise! Today the postman delivered. After a few moments, Tom pulled himself back up to the keyboard and took a long drink off of his whiskey. He began to think as he picked up the smoldering pipe and took a few puffs. Nothing like whiskey, tobacco, and pictures of his favorite fans to get the creative juices flowing. Tom placed his fingers on the keyboard and wrote the following: ‘To whom it may concern: I have truly enjoyed my first four months of writing for those in the world of Literotica. This will show up as my 19th story. Melissa was sitting on my stomach, without putting any of her weight on me, and her sloppy pussy was still warm and oozing slowly.“Say dirty things to us, Melinda,” my sister whispered in my ear, grazing on it. I shuddered. “You can do it, talk dirty to us.”Tory sucked on my folds lovingly, her thumb and forefinger pinched my clit. My sister’s lips moved down my neck, trailing along my collarbone, and finally making their way to my nipple. She teased my left nipples with her fingers while she.