Sally lead me to the middle of the room, “Bend over the coffee table Jim.” She stepped up behind me and began my punishment. I heard the swish an... felt the first stroke which wasn’t too hard but I noticed Michelle flinch on my behalf. Sally continued and gave me one extra stroke, ‘for luck’, she said. Jen took the cane from Sally. She moved up behind me and placed her hand on my bum, checking the marks that Sally had left. “Spread your legs a little more Jim.” and her hand went down between. I just know it. Even still, we feel the bite of yet another ‘holy’ war, which has bereft us of many a strong knight. King John at least focuses domestically, though the result has been no better. He cannot hold his birth lands, so how can he hold us together? Uneasy peace with the King of Scotland has me worried—they are ever impulsive and warmongering. William the Lion loves Phillip II, it would seem, and he celebrates ourdefeat in Normandie. My Lord Crowe, though he nearly borders Roxburgh,. He asked if it was all right to let the window down and I nodded. I wanted it. It felt really degrading to do that and I wanted it badly. Next there was a number of hands over my body playing with my cock and nipples. My friend had put his hand under my ass and inserted a finger into my hole and was pushing it slowly in and out. I was groaning with absolute pleasure. I started swearing obscenities which only heightened my lust. I wanted more than I was receiving. Next the car door was opened. As if restrained by silken bonds, her hands were unable to move, but her eyes watched him as he moved around her. Mesmerized by his beauty, her gaze unable to tear away from him. His dark good looks seem to radiate strength and power. His eyes so dark and hypnotic, with such an exotic tilt it sent shivers through her. His swarthy skin such a contrast to her ivory tones. His moustache tickling her, which only added to the riot of sensations that were bombarding her. His height so perfect for her.