So Liz was happy that at least for the moment, she was feeling loved, cared for, and desirable. Tom was a good husband and a good man... and right now...he was giving it to Anne her good as well! Liz watched as her sister was enjoying every bit of Tom's eight inches of cock as he punished her pussy mercilessly. Liz picked up the wand that had just recently been the source of her own pleasure, still buzzing away happily as it hung from its power cord. She shut it off, then began to lick her sweet. " "So what? Tell me if you're such an expert!"Anna explained by a summary of her own caning history. "Well, the first time he caned me he gave me six strokes and the second time he gave me six strokes again ... but they seemed much harder. So I asked a friend about it and she said Fuzzy Face must have just said 'six strokes' the first time because that's what he usually gives a girl who hasn't been caned before, but the next time he'd probably said 'six good strokes,' I hadn't been listening. This isn’t hurting him at all. He’s justanticipating. I’m protecting him. He’ll be so full oflube that he’ll be inflated like a football. When yourlong, thick hose is all the way inside, there will beplenty of lube to keep it moving smoothly.”At these words, Cal began squirming again, but hisefforts were feeble. Joan didn’t bounce on him. Shelifted her head and looked at Wendell and smiled. “Thelube seems to be flowing in nicely,” she said.. Quickly she crawled on top of him, but he mustered his strength and pushed her off. Scrambling off the bed, he grabbed a corner of the duvet to cover himself."Get out," he said. "I'm a married man! I shouldn't -- you --"The stripper plucked off her mask.Steve gasped."Lucy!" Paula asked me to help you out," she said. "With her being -- out of circulation, so to speak -- I'm her gift to you. See, it's all right. No risk, no mess. Don't you like your present?"She was on her back, her legs spread..