When I straightened up again, Casey leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Are you wet?"I nodded yes.Casey took me by the hand and led me outside the m...ll. When we got outside, she asked, "Would you like to come to my apartment?"I nodded yes. We walked to Casey's car, and I could see it was a red Mazda Miata. I got in, and she drove me to where I parked my light blue Toyota Corolla. I got in my car and followed her to her apartment, about 10 minutes from the mall. She met me at my car and led me. I had to go first," he complained."You are the eldest Michael, and as such, should be able to control your cock," she argued. "Now! Come over here," Ms Paris ordered, pointing to the caning stocks which were next to her desk bolted to the floor upon the slightly raised stage.It consisted of a wooden hole, lined with purple velvet which opened up like the head brace on a French guillotine, in this case for the erect penis to be inserted, whilst the hands were shackled to the sides of the frame. She kicked off her trainers, then pushed the board into the water. She stood up and thumbed the top of her capris, then slowly turned towards me. “You thought of something?” I asked, pretending not to look. “This is a bit out there, but could you wear these?” I looked down at the tight black spandex. “I... I guess?” “Sure, they’re just like jammers, loads of swimmers wear them!” I wasn’t convinced yet. “But what’ll you wear?” “I’m getting in the pool too. I have a swimsuit on!” she said. Well, ok. As long as I’m not putting you out… Steve! You know that you could never put me out. Stop being so silly. Sorry. Aww, don’t worry about it. So, any gossip for me today? Um, don’t really think so- oh, yeah, y’know the manic depressive, the one who always unburdens all her worries on me ‘cause she thinks I don’t tell anyone (chuckle) If she only knew… anyway, she’s split up with her ‘perfect’ boyfriend. Oh dear. Well, you did say you were cynical, Steve. Hmm, s’pose so. Talking of.