"No girl - you must not do that. I know you have never been caned before, but if you reach behind with your hands I may catch your fingers and I do no... want to do that. Clutch onto the legs at the front and be a good girl".Again and again the cane sang its song, leaving tramline weals on that chubby white bottom which was soon turned red. Alison screamed and screamed, but hung tightly onto the legs at the front. As the thrashing progressed, Alison opened her legs, nto caring that she was on. ’His fingers reached the hem of her skirt, went below it and between her legs.He touched the bare flesh of her pussy.‘Ooohh, yes.’He hooked his thumb under the hem and drew his hand back up, pulling her skirt up at the front and slipping his finger deeper into Alessa’s slit.‘Ooohh, that’s nice,’ she said, undoing his belt and his flies, letting his pants fall to the floor.Jennifer was slowly squeezing and releasing David’s cock, which was gradually becoming hard again under these. I then asked Fran if she would like to taste Andrea and what she would like to do to her if she had a chance and if she liked any other women who she would love to take to bed. Andrea was due to get married soon and Fran said that there was no chance of her having Andrea but there was one girl she would have in bed with her and that was Anna. Anna was 22 and a f****y friend of mine, I had known Anna since she was 8 and been a friend with her b*****r and grew up in the same street, as Anna grew. One thing was certain to me. I wasn't staying in Palm Beach. Even though I was rich enough for those people, they were such stuffed shirts the only thing appealing about the place was seeing it falling away as the Beth Ann cruised out of town.Mr. Bell called just before lunchtime, worried about my state of mind. I was unreasonably glad to hear his voice and kept him on the phone while talking about nothing, just to have the company. He finally excused himself and promised to have Colleen call.