This was my favourite playground. I would spend some time in the strip clubs mixed in with the porn theatres.At first my adventures were all about see...ng hot porn and strippers and being masturbating in these semi-public theatres. It was months before I had any direct sexual interaction with another person. I spent hours in those theatres masturbating and edging, watching other horny guys masturbate and blow each other. I loved being watched and seen by strangers with my hard cock out. But the. He knew damn well how I was hooked on watching Jill, all the more so if I could do it from the shadows without her knowing I was watching. And just as I was having these distinctly uncharitable thoughts about my wife’s employer, he doubled-down on the level of temptation he was baiting me with.“And, you know, Dave, I was just thinking how that dancer of mine, what’s her name, Veronica or something like that, well I think she’s got two or three days leave coming to her. And, you know, she was. Damn, he wasn't kidding! No wonder Anthony didn'twant to get near me. My throat hurts just looking at the one with myhead laid back, a bloody slash nearly decapitating me."How did you do this? Where did you get all that blood? I'd say that Iwas dead too if I wasn't sitting here." I hand the phone back to him."Makeup and prosthetics. The blood was real, expired whole blood fromthe local blood bank. That slit throat is a bit of an optical illusion.There were some real cuts, as you know, for the. The red blush somehow made her buttocks seem even larger and more womanly. I could hardly wait to thrash them.Finally, it was time. I selected my thinnest, lightest cane from my collection. This one is three feet long and stings like a nest of hornets, but it bruises the least of all my rods. It would be a salutatory introduction to the cane. I was anxious to see Amy's reaction."Touch your toes," I ordered, fully aware of the dramatic import of my words. For the rest of Amy's life, those words.