Glancing down across her bare breasts, toward the stinging red welts, her swollen nipples, the alcohol’s remnants still burn as it mixes with her pe...spiration. The welts aren’t as harsh as she thought they could be, she thinks to herself, hopefully just a few days of bruising before disappearing altogether. Left alone for awhile, the warmth from her back side isn’t quite as painful, the wide strap lashed across her butt more forgiving then the cane slashed across her boobs. Her real concern. Jake is 6ft 4, and muscular, with dark hair. The way our houses are set up. I can see his room from my bedroom window on the second floor. We've hung out a few times, but not too often. He was only around during the summer to visit, who I assumed was his mother and sister. At first I would find any excuse to be outside while he mowed the lawn or cleaned the pool. He often did these outside jobs in nothing but a pair of shorts. His body would glisten in the sun from the sweat dripping down his. I looked around the room and noticed several pictures of Ward on the walls. I got up for a closer look and realized, Keith "Ward" Warden, happened to be founder and owner of the bar. I felt his hand at the small of my back and it sent a tingle up my spine. I looked at him and told him how awesome it must be to have his own business. He smiled and said it had it's perks. Ward waved bye to a few people and we walked outside. We didn't go far, maybe 3 feet to a door. He opened it and we walked. “Watching you this afternoon I think you might appreciate this.” With which she left me alone. I opened the bag and at first didn’t recognise what is was and then it occurred to me it was a vibrator. Once she had gone, I switched on the toy and ran it around my labia before pushing it inside. The vibrations stimulated me in a wonderful new way. As of habit I kept the noise down but it was difficult as the climax was much stronger than the previous night. I fell asleep dreaming about sex, it.