."The rest of the sentence was lost in her cry of pain as the cane whipped downwards again. He settled in to a steady rhythm, whipping and spanking he... arse with his bamboo cane until the tears ran freely from her eyes and her arse was criss crossed with red welts.He paused, breathing slightly heavily."Normally that would do for you punishment slut, but you have been a bad girl, a very bad girl and you think you deserve more punishment, don't you?"Sobbing, held so firmly and open to him by the. My mom loved vanilla ice-cream!I rummaged through all the packets one by one, only to find each single one empty, devoid of its magical contents! It was so frustrating, standing there naked in your parents’ bedroom with your dick throbbing and waiting for a pussy that sat next door … And i nearly cried when i could find not a single condom in those twenty-odd packets! I am sort of ashamed to admit this, but i broke down! I had been crying silently for several seconds before starting to crawl. The more she thought about it the hungrier she became. She licked at her arm again, this time sucking some blood from her arm. It tasted so good she thought to herself. The smell of the blood filled her nostrils. Then as she stood there she felt her blood starting to burn. It felt as if her whole body was on fire. Her skin started to itch every where. As she scratched it excited her even more. She felt her body starting to contort. Her legs got weak and she dropped to her hands and knees. Paul. This is a very “macho” environment. This place is the ultimate man cave on steroids. Whistles and high-five are constantly exchanged as guys vie for bragging rights. I know that anyone staying there is somehow a high level person of some major company. I recognize some familiar faces occasionally, but almost everyone there just goes by a first name only. I’ve never had anyone tell me this outright, but it is just kind of understood that it would be rude to ask anyone else too many.