I lay there for a while to catch my breath. She had a very talented mouth and she sure knew what to do with it, too. I felt her shift on the bed and ...he spread her legs, finally allowing me access to her honey pot. I reached out and felt her hand, just above her already quite wet slit. She didn't move it though, but allowed me access to her hole. I probed with a couple of fingers, pulling them out and licking her juices off them. It most certainly was a honey pot. She tasted sweet and I. The ladies’ calculated panoramic inspection pressed on, taking account of the unique seating arrangement that assimilated a massive writing table complete with an emerald shaded reading lantern tactically sited dead center among the congregational incumbency. This impressive work station was outfitted with a state-of-the-art sound system, Corinthian leather ink-padding, an Alienware Aurora m7700 laptop computer and,,, HIM! The seated Professor was locally highlighted by the jaded glow cast. Ellie felt the throbbing covering her whole bottom. It was unrelenting. As she cried out after each stroke she realised there was no mercy. The tears rolled down her cheeks. She gritted her teeth. It was bearable though. Just. The strokes continued and as the cane bit in to her bottom each time she screamed out in pain. There was never a doubt about when the next stroke would land. Somehow the regularity helped her. Not with the pain. That was intense. The evenly spaced out strokes made it. She just didn't want to confront them. She went through the game room without bothering to turn on theoverhead lights. Then she headed down the hall toward the hot-tubroom at the far end of it. Immediately upon stepping into the darkhallway, she hesitated. The door of the hot-tub room was open a few inches and a lightwas beaming into the hallway. Either somebody had left on the overhead lights in the hot-tub room or somebody was in there now. She bypassed the basement bathroom.