‘We’re from different backgrounds, and her schooling was sorta skimpy, and she’s twenty years older than me, but we’ve got a lot in common.’...She reached down and stroked my cock. ‘Apart from liking this, I mean. And the rest of you as well.’ Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Whatever next? ‘Kirsty, I gotta say, you’ve sure changed. You wanna explain that? I mean, I’d kinda like to understand.’ She chuckled. ‘Your fault, and a good thing too. I mean, I was the one who pushed you, and I still don’t know. .”I chuckled, “Never mind! See you tomorrow!”The conversations with Claire reminded me of the ‘romantic novel’ silliness that Jeri liked. But Claire appeared to be neither a shrinking violet, nor a blushing virgin. I was seriously considering her for a dalliance, but I’d need to confirm that with Elyse and my wives before I pushed it any further. I was pretty sure Claire would be receptive, but I’d make sure it could be passed off as teasing or joking if she wasn’t.Claire paid me for the. "We're calling the shots, not you." This was getting better, now that she was complaining a little--he liked a woman with spirit. She'd be complaining, all right, she'd be complaining plenty as soon as that dog started to work on her, but she'd be loving it too, the little bitch. They all loved it, no matter what they said; and they all looked the same when it was over: exhausted, sweaty, and beaten, completely defeated, completely under his control, and oh, so satisfied!He stood over her,. . 'TWO THANK YOU SIR'THWAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!! ...... 'THREE THANK YOU SIR''Abi, if you rub your bottom again without permission, the caning will start again at the beginning''sorry sir''WHAT?''SORRY SIR.............. WWWAAAACCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!............. Oh Goddddddddddddd!....FOUR THANK YOU SIR'and so on up to the final stroke which is traditionally always the hardest.......SSSSSSSSSSSTHWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!........... .