*CRACK*She waited for a moment. Never mind all those previous acts of love and affection that she showed me, Mistress was clearly enjoying what she’... doing to me now. She was slow, calculated, and very accurate with the cane. She would coolly stare me in the eyes after each cane hit, obviously enjoying pained reactions.*CRACK*!She went on with the cane, delivering what must have been more than thirty hits. Half way through the caning I lost my voice, going completely silent as I lost all hope. It was very loose and big on her, but when she had her arms lifted, it exposed the bottom of her butt cheeks.He silently walked up behind her and gave her a quick pat on her right cheek as he reached up and caught the suitcase with the other.“HEY,” She exclaimed then bumped him with her hip.“Why are you Hey-ing me? You are the one that should be Hey-ed! You stole my sweatshirt,” He said as he sat on the corner of the bed and motioned for her to come to him.She smiled as she walked to him. Darren was a piece of work. Tall, very muscular and well built, absolutely gorgeous, and the way he pushed us, panting, out of breath, soaked in sweat. I wanted to rub one out in the change room I was so horny, but there was no privacy. As I pulled into the driveway at home, I saw my husband was home, and knew it would be difficult and distracting to get myself off with him around, so kind of smiling at my naughtiness, I reached into my track pants, under my panties, my clit was swollen and I. There were a few people in the middle of the room having sex and several people along the edges watching. There was a big bed in the center of the room and beds lining the walls. I saw an older lady (probably in her 60s) on one of the beds by herself. She looked hot so I asked if I could join her. She gave me a big smile and told me to snuggle in. I laid down next to her and she snuggled in close. I played with her tits as she stroked my cock. I reached down and found that she was dripping wet..