She had been startledfrom semi-imagined ecstasy into the unpleasantly real dormitory world atthe sound of her friend’s voice. Not a fun transit...on. But shecomposed her expression into a small and authentic smile, and turned inher chair, facing up at Cory.“How about promising to finish this massage to make up for theinterruption?” she requested wryly. “After mid-terms are over, ofcourse. I’ll probably need it even more by then!”“Gladly. I’ll. "Cat got your tongue?" -she said-While I was thinking about what I could say I felt that under the table something strange was happening ...She lit a cigarette and as she put away the lighter in her purse it fell under the table.- "Can you pick it pick up?" - She said with a strange smile-I nodded my head and leaned under the table, putting myself on all fours to look better for the lost lighter. When stuck my head under the tablecloth a vision of paradise was opened in front of me.Two. Her leg locked behind mine, naked shoulders against the wall, our eyes locked on each others as we fucked, long slow grinding strokes interspersed with short fast ones, just the tip of my cock inside her where the nerve endings are so intense then deep again, our bellies grinding together. Her arms snaked around my neck. I felt hard nipples grazing my chest. Our lips met yet again, mouths opened, breathing into each others mouths as our tongues found the same rhythm as our bodies Her teeth. This way I don't know what to expect, pain or pleasure. Mary spanked me for about five minutes and then said,"I think I have warmed you up enough, now lets move on to the cane. Clyde, stand up now, and then go over and bend over the end of the sofa." So I stood up, and walked over to the sofa and bent over it. I had never been caned before, so I didn't know what to expect. Mary said to my wife,"Usually, a person can only stand six to eight strokes of the cane. Let me give Clyde the.