The woman asked what I was looking for. She looked at me and smiled, nearly laughing when I said I was looking for a vibrator for a friend. She showed...a few different ones until I seen what I was looking for. It was a little bigger than Rebecca's and had speed settings. Going home, I wanted to her room and looked in the bed side table drawer. Sitting on her bed, I brought the plastic toy up and smelled it, hoping to find her cent on it. Closing my eyes I imagined her naked pushing it in her.. Two, three months had rolled by, we met at a new ice cream parlor. It was designed as cubicles, more or less like the tube hotels of Japan except it was a bigger version of it. Her favourite was butterscotch electric, mine was kiwi. The lighting was damn perfect, dull and just about enough illumination.We sat opposite to each other. She took a spoonful of her ice cream and raised her hand gesturing me to have it. I was surprised. This has never happened before, we never shared in public. I was. .I'm in the family room." It was dark by now, and there was no light in the room other than the street lights outside. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw her sitting on the sofa - but only her outline. The room smelled from her 120mm cigarettes and the sweet smell of the imported cognac she drank. "Sit down and tell me where you have been keeping youself," she said. Her speech was noticeably slurred, and I could tell she had been drinking for some time. I told her I had been working. Rosie ended up getting 16 strokes as she leapt up three times and none of this did anything to help control my cock.When she’d finished caning Rosie she turned to me. If anything Rosie’s spanking had made my erection harder and my extra punishment was inevitable.“Lie on your back on the examination couch.”Mrs. Smith picked up the strap and came over. She gripped my cock before pulling down the foreskin to expose the head. Juices were running freely by now.Rosie watched in awe as she began,.