……….“Eiiigtteeehn, t-thank y-you m-mas-s-t-ter.”………“Twentyii-i-one, t-t-t-hnahank youhou mahaster.”I laid my hand on Claudia’s v...lva and indeed. She was dried up. Caning Claudia clearly counted towards a punishment.“Claudia, you did well. Hold your position. Open your mouth wide.”I inserted a ball gag and fastened it behind her head. I lifted her head and shoved a bowl under her face to catch all drool. With a large glob of Calendula, I soothed the red marks on Claudia’s ass. “Portia, what. A stunning redhead wearing a strapless evening gown greeted me with a smile and invited me in to a lavish room of plush furniture and soft lights.She checked my name against a clipboard and pointed to a door off to the left telling me that they were waiting for me. I swallowed hard and strode to the door and opening it stepped into a long hallway lined with doors spaced about thirty feet apart. Even as the door closed behind me a tall well-knit Negro man in a white smock stepped out into the. She noted his cowboy boots, straight leg Levis, and striped shirt. No trendy or hippy clothes for this man. His left arm was in a cast from elbow to wrist but at least he was not wearing the painful looking apparatus he had on at the funeral. He walked up to her and boldly kissed her on the lips, a lover’s kiss that he gave her time to avoid. She did not turn her cheek to him as she could have. His lips sent a small electric current through hers as if she touched the poles of a battery with her. It was an unusual win in that the game was tied with ten seconds to go and the opponents who had the basketball called a time out. They received the time out but the problem was they were out of time outs which resulted in a technical foul being called. Ted’s team made one free throw and held on to the ball till time expired. It wasn’t a great way to win a game but it would be posted in the win column.On Saturday when Emily opened her door she looked very nice in the four inch above the knee.