In a moment of sheer capriciousness, I thought that I needed a change of pace, if only for a little bit before I completed accepted adulthood.Virginia...took forever to drive through, it was made up of long stretches of highway almost completely covered in large tractor-trailers and signs for various battlefields. Should I really be doing this? The thoughts swirled around in my brain as I tried to find a reason why I shouldn’t continue, but I had nothing to return to.By the time I reached. I like it when she does as i love to be naked and i take this time to do just that.anyway i was pottering around the house ,doing some cleaning up and stuff,the sun had gone down so i put on some lights.as i say we live in a area where its quite secluded so we havent got curtains up at the windows.anyway i decided id done enough cleaning and sat on the sofa to watch the tv.the room also backs onto the back garden.we have sliding glass doors which is nice to have in the summer.so i sat there. I could, I am sure, were I to put all my powers of scientific observation to work, pen a description of several hundred words for each stroke that I deliver. This might be an interesting intellectual effort, of course, but here I am only seeking to clarify a little why I find almost every caning equally fascinating and, often even if not always, satisfying.Doubtless each master who has developed practiced expertise in wielding the cane has also developed a particular fascination for some. Then Ikmal pulled me towards him, holding my waist. I fell on him, saying,“Ah! Easy there Ikmal…”And Ikmal started fucking my pussy by moving his pelvis and Iman started fucking my ass. The first time he went inside me was so painful I screamed out aloud but as he went on, it started to feel normal. Ikmal was holding me tight against his body and Iman was fucking my ass, holding my hands backwards like I was their prisoner. I looked at the eyes of Ikmal and saw that he was biting his own teeth.