”“Oh, I have one or two,” the redhead said airily, strutting into the lounge after her.Charles mixed a couple of vodka-based drinks and brought ...hem to the women, who sat opposite each other on a sofa.Lynette kicked off her boots, then tucked her legs underneath her as she accepted the glass. “Thank you, darling.”The redhead took her glass with a strained smile, but she had trouble holding it, her hand shaking violently.“Lina!” Lynette said in alarm, deftly removing the glass from her quaking. At the head of the table was his father, Anthony Thompson. On his father’s right was his mother, Alice Thompson. On his left were three people, only one of which he had met before. In the first seat was Mr. Darren Walle. Mr. Walle was the first to spot Garrison, distracting him from the conversation he was having with Garrison’s mother. Anthony followed Mr. Walle’s line of sight. ‘Wade! We have guests,’ his father stood up. ‘You remember Mr. Walle of course! This is his wife,’ his father. A few seconds later the third stroke bit home and Susie cried out. Rachel took her time over the last three strokes landing each one carefully below the one before and after each stroke Susie cried out. Susie was in tears, as she always was when caned. I knew she would be relieved when the sixth stroke hit her and even though she screamed out she knew it was over, the caning anyway. “Stay still Mum,” Rachel ordered and Susie froze, worried I knew that more strokes were to come. Rachel tapped. "I want you to bend me over my desk and fuck me hard, baby," she whispered. I was more than happy to oblige her. We moved over to Ms. Davis' desk. She pushed everything off with a sweep of her arm, then bent down at the waist, her tits pressed lewdly against the wood grain of her desk. Her beautiful round ass waved in the air in front of me as if begging me to fuck it. She spread her legs apart to give me easy access. I held my still-wet dick with one hand and pressed it against her pussy lips,.