I could sense the cane marks rising into red puffy lines on my bottom. “I do so love your bottom,” she told me, “so much so that…” The next ...hree cracks of the cane were sharp and short and followed each other so quickly that my cries of pain were continuous. I would have sworn that a hot iron had been planted on my bottom with the steam setting set to maximum. At that point in time, I swear, she could have switched the lights off and the place would be noticeable from every passing sailor. I. Maybehe was a former boyfriend who was pissed off that I'd broken up withhim. Maybe that boy Dad told me about who I'd been dating at the timeof the accident didn't leave our relationship on such a great not afterall. Hell, it could have been some girl I once knew who was jealous ofme for some insane reason. Whoever it was, it was pretty damn clearthat they while they knew about my memory loss, they were just tryingto mess with my head."Well it's not going to work," I growled at the email. Emma turned to Hanna then back to David.“Let her have it in her mouth David!” Emma gripped his arms as she spoke.Hanna could not quite understand her sister’s plea.“Move in closer!” Emma struggled to say.Hanna moved in close to them both, not to sure of what was about to happen.“As soon as he pulls out take it into you mouth!” Emma was struggling with her words now, trying to catch her breath.Hanna moved in as close as she could without restricting David’s momentum. Swiftly he withdrew his. I’m multi-orgasmic to a ridiculous degree, plus I can come at the slightest touch. He got me to the point where I was so shaky only his fingers were holding me upright. I was sorry when the set ended and the crowd started heading outside for a smoke. Usually I’d be with them, but instead I had something else in mind to suck on. He seemed to have the same thing in mind because he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me into the men’s room, past all the guys at urinals and into one of the cubicles..