Did I notice a slight nod at me as he checked me out? He enters the next stall and turns around, beginning to unbuckle his belt and open his pants. Be...ore he sits, he lifts his balls and his magnificent cock flops up and down. His dick is soft, but is at least five inches long. I can feel myself getting even more excited as he sits down on the toilet.I remove my right hand from my dick so he can get a look if he wants. His right hand rubs his dick a little and I can see it beginning to. No. Surely not. It was not possible. She had been engaged to that twat. She'd lived with the fool. Was it possible that he was such an inadequate freak as to have. . . “ What do you mean?” he demanded of her, rather more brusquely than he had meant it to sound. Charlotte shrank from him, blushing. Damn the wine that was still fogging her head, loosening her tongue like that. Her pride had long ago led her to decide that if she were to pursue her crush on David, he would never know her horrible. You’re really incredible ... absolutely fascinating ... beautifully shaped ... breasts!” I declared.She blushed nearly as much as I did. “Get in the car, Ray!”I did as she pulled out of the parking lot, and we headed home. Now, I was checking her out. She really is quite beautiful.“Susan, do you have many boyfriends?” I asked.“I’m taking a self-imposed vacation from boys. What you said earlier about girls. It’s twice as bad with the guys.”“How do you mean?” I questioned.“Well, if you’re not. It is such occasions that led me to understand the humanity of this practice in a wider sense. You should always think of a caning as an event complete in itself. I am familiar with masters who simply line up their students outside their door and then dispatch their canings in rapid succession, giving no thought to anything beyond the mere wielding of the instrument. They are little better than a machine and this is not effective. You must begin by considering the offender as a person before.