I was only too happy to oblige but not certain I could do it as well as her. I licked her clit which made her moan loudly “You should probably put a...towel on the bed” said Heather “I’ve been known to squirt occasionally” I grabbed one from the ensuite and put it under her bum and started to finger her. Four went in easily and she was already squirming and panting hard. “More” she panted her orgasm getting close. I tucked my thumb in and slowly eased my hand into her pussy. She was thrashing. Jane quickly stood up, rearranged her clothing, and left the room.Ann wasn’t a tall woman, but she was a very large woman. Her voice was low for a woman and she was a very ‘no nonsense’ woman. She studied my papers and said, “Clyde. You are to receive six strokes of the cane from me. You will count them out like Jane, but I will secure you to a special caning bench.” She took my elbow and led me over to a strange piece of furniture. It looked like a very low chair with no seat. The arms. She looked me up and down and showed me in to the lounge where there were three other girls already made over. One was a very mature tgirl, another sat reading a magazine and smoking nd the 3rd was more my age and clearly getting her knickers in a twist over something I suspect from what she said that she thought it was going to be some sort of orgy going on but that never crossed my mind, anyway she stormed out and the smoking tgirl said exactly what I had thought but stated that it was a. Ripe mounds of flesh lie beneath my grasping hands as I roughly control her movement by squeezing and pinching, pulling and tugging her body as she rolls across the wall, shackled hands gripping at chains that bind her from above. Heaving her chest rises and falls in quick succession as she breathes through the rag that binds her mouth and tortured gasps of air escape her nose as she fights to gain enough breath to resist what is to come. Her eyes are bound and must remain so but it hurts me.