With the wide bands holding her tight at five different places, the most she could do was wriggle like a worm on a hook.“Oh God!” she screamed. �...No, no, no, no, no. I can’t stand it! I can’t stand it!” Her voiced was ragged with the force of her scream. Her mind was frantic. If it hurt this much on the first stroke, how would she ever survive forty-six?She could vaguely hear the hum of the machine as it drew back the cane for the next strike. She tensed her entire body and very tightly clenched. Louis. We were completing the season series with the Royals, and we had to make up two rained-out interleague games with the Cardinals -- postponements from much earlier in the season. The only available makeup date had been that Thursday in late August.We played very few doubleheaders anymore (Thank God!) and St. Louis in August isn't the ideal place to play one. But we were eager to match up with the Cardinals, who were probably the best team in the National League, and the two games were to. I shook and trembled as orgasm after orgasm rolled through me. Bob had unbelievable stamina. I lost track of time. I felt bad for cheating on Don, but I couldn't help myself. Bob was there for the taking. We lay in the bed for the longest time, just kissing and cuddling, something Don and I used to do, but had not done in years. I enjoyed the close personal attentiveness that Bob heaped on me. Down deep, I craved this type of sexual intimacy. Afterwards, I felt guilty that I had cheated. As I. I suppose it was the sort of place the rich went to when they wanted some peace and quiet. No, and I don't mean some hanky-panky; that wasn't the Cliff Head's scene at all. Although I suppose ... Bugger let's not bother going there.Mind, most afternoons and evenings the tranquillity was somewhat disturbed by the appearance of a string quartet and/or a sort of geriatric combo in the Palm Court Lounge. The multi-purpose function room that served as tea dance venue during the afternoons and.