It was actually kind of fun to pick things out by the colorful pictures instead of relying on past experience or healthiness. I pulled out a box I did...’t remember putting into the cart. Ultra thin condoms. They supposedly felt more natural and increased male pleasure. A shiver ran down my spine when I felt a hand caress the back of my neck. ‘No matter what happens, I still love you,’ Amber whispered in my ear. There was nothing I could do. Nothing I could say that would quell the desire that. .it will be.."WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK. STING STING STING.HURT HURT HURT, SORE SORE SORE!!!I cried out loudly in pain.Liam ran a fingertip from the small of my back over my stinging bottom to my tingling thigh, brushing my pussy. He stroked my stinging bottom with his hand, and the pain quickly subsided to a warm throb.I felt the cane again. Tapping, gently scraping against my exposed skin. “Please Liam, not the AAAOOWWW!!!!" Five or six harsh strokes.“Shhh, baby. Quiet. Be a good. Perhaps that too is old fashioned in these days of instant gratifications, but it is my way; strangely there have never been any complaints in the sensual or sexual areas of my existence, and Brenda would prove to be no exception. Enough of the background for now, I know the readers of my tales do not do so to hear the routine ho hum of its pseudo reality, but want to see or rather, feel, pardon the pun, the meat of the story quickly, sincerely and to put it bluntly…to the point. The point of. I looked around to see if there was a camera, trying to confirm another theory to crack this mystery. She put her palm on my cheek and cajoled me like a baby. “Jaanu, calm down. It’s only you and me,” and rested my head on the slopes of her naked bosom.The sweet smell of her skin made me more intoxicated than the whiskey I was drinking. I lifted my head and looked into her big black eyes rimmed with mascara. Her eyebrows were half-shaved and redrawn with high arches. She had long earrings.