I run my fingers from the roots to the tips of your curly hair as we talk about the movie. I slide my right hand tenderly along the side of your face,...brushing my fingertips along your cheek. ‘Your hands feel nice,’ you whisper to me. ‘Oh do they?’ I caress your cheek again, then trail my fingers down your neck, and down your side to your hips. I slide my hand under your ass and give it a small squeeze. ‘You feel nice.’ You sit up, and climb onto my lap facing me. You take my face in your hands. Were you leaving? Was that the last glimpse of you I would get? I followed after you and saw you go back into the Zumba room. No one was in there ad the lights were off. What the HELL were you up to?I walked to the room. I was nervous but knew you had noticed me noticing you. I had to at least say hello. I struggled for the courage and walked into the room. I nearly fell on the fucking floor. You were laid back on a spare weight bench in the room. You had pulled down your sweats and. ’ Sue replied to Meg ‘but by the time we've got through with her she’ll be begging for anything. Let's not mess around I think a good caning is what we need to get things started."Hearing this Melody's body went into a frenzy as she tried to break free from the ropes at the end of the table."Quick strap her down more firmly” snapped Carol and was immediately rewarded by the sight of two girls tying Melody’s waist to the table."I’ll go first, it was my husband" said Sue as she took a few. She came and sat at the foot of the chaise lounge I was occupying. Again, she started to apologize for staring.“I am sorry for staring, but I have um never um seen a…you know, a guy’s thing before. I hear the girls talk about it, at school, all the time, about how they can make it get hard just by touching it,” she began explaining. “I am too ashamed to admit to them that I have never been out with a guy, so I just go along with them and giggle and agree with their stories. So, when I saw, you.