The two worlds, my day to day routine of going to the office and whiling away my evenings in whatever fashion I could, and my weekends at Angel’s pl...ce on the hill, were totally disconnected in my mind. Also, Diana was not stark naked, was not heading down towards my ‘chaise longue’ by the pool with a gleam in her eye and her nipples prominently and fully erect atop their firm, perfectly proportioned and deliciously supple supports. She was dressed in street clothes — teenager gear, blue jeans. As soon as I did, she administered another and much harder stinging blow. Instinctively I moved forward to try and get out of the way but of course I only succeeded in pushing down harder on the cock that was invading my mouth. After ten more encouraging blows which brought tears to my eyes, to my shock, I managed another inch.That still wasn't enough for Anne who just kept the cane coming down harder and faster. Eventually, in a desperate attempt to stop any more blows from landing I swallowed. The best way I can describe her is to say that if my sister, Louise, was the girl next door, then Fiona was the hottie from across the street. Like me, Fiona was eighteen years old, and in her last year of high school. She had turned eighteen a few months before me, and with her age being midway between Louise and mine, she got on equally well with both of us, and over the years, we had all had a lot of fun together. She had moved in across the road when we were both six years old, and we had. ”I started crying. Jennifer had never told me those things. I wondered if it was her therapist who helped bring them out. It probably was. I was a fucking idiot. An asshole. All those names that she’d called me and others had called me over the years.“I had no idea, Jennifer. Why didn’t you tell me?”“I couldn’t. I was afraid of how you would react. You were so volatile and couldn’t see your own mistakes. Every time I confronted you about things, you freaked out and had one of your dramatic.