Some smudges blurred my view, so I squeezed a little more polish on the cloth and began rubbing at them. When the glass seemed clean, I sat back in m... high-backed desk chair, pulled Grandma Bailey's afghan over my legs, and closed my eyes to wait for the blizzard to end.David wore a white frock coat, vest, trousers, and shoes. He looked very Victorian standing next to the fountain, his brother and the minister smiling down the pavement to the curb where I climbed from a white carriage,. I can feel the lubrication between my legs as I step in to the car for my short drive up to your office. The two minute drive is ample time to relive the feeling of your cum down my throat as you fucked my face while I sat in your office chair the last time I visited. I walk in to your office locking the door behind me and covering the window with blackout paper. "Get on your knees" I demand as you are startled by my presence. I push the bench over to the door, climb on top in a wide legged. Megan watched as Stella obeyed the instruction and wondered again how come she did it so willingly. She looked at Stella’s bottom and saw again the faint welt marks from the caning two days earlier, albeit shrouded in the glowing red caused by the spanking she had just given her, and knew from the websites that the new welts from today’s caning would hurt rather more. However, as this was going to be the only time she ever caned anyone she may as well enjoy it, although she doubted she would. The rest of the night was heaven. Ron and Tasha continued to fuck Heather into the early morning hours. Every position she could imagine three people to be in, they tried it. Fucking, sucking, licking, it was like no other night she had ever experienced. At one point, Heather was on top of Ron. She liked this position because he was deep inside her, but she could still see his immaculate body, and rub her hands all over his chest and shoulders. “Do you want to switch?” she asked Tasha..