Katie yelped as the pain swirled around her bottom and wondered with horror how come she could possibly have ever wanted to be caned. She knew she had...thought about it since she watched a school friend get caned in detention class when they were both sixteen-years-old, and her friend had told her it had hurt so much. However, the friend was also laughing about it half-an-hour later and then said she had masturbated that night. Mind you, she never got caned again and in fact was a very well. We were on the road in minutes, and silence reigned in my old Accord as we headed south, close to 850 miles away from our destination, the grim, barracked world of Camp Lejeune and the U.S. Marine Corps.Jacqui, or Jacqueline Ann, as her Mom and I had baptized her nineteen and a half years ago, had married her high school beau, John Alex Brown, Johnnie, the day after they both graduated from Sanford High, and after returning from their two-week Hawaiian honeymoon he had left for boot camp,. I felt truly touched due to this reason and this reason only was more than enough. This indicated to me that Jeanette was beginning to become aroused, which in turn caused me to become even more aroused, thereby wanting her even more.Not only was there a slight wet patch at the crotch of her bikini bottom, but Jeanette was also breathing heavily. Those eyes of Jeanette were burning with a type of fiery passion, which was only for me.I could see it and that was not difficult. The wet patch. M. in the morning. I heard the kitchen door open, and then the bathroom door open.My husband stood in front of me. For a few seconds, I thought he was going to yell at me. But he just laughed at me with lust in his eyes and removed his pants. He sat on a toilet and began to masturbate himself. I called him to remove my ties. He refused, saying he was enjoying the view.After he was done, he clicked the pics of me in that position. I asked him to remove me at least now. Before I could finish the.