I bit down hard on my lip to keep from crying out. You built up a steady rhythm, fucking me slow and deep from behind. My dress was hiked up around my...waist, and anyone walking by could easily see what the two of us were doing. Your hand held on to my waist with one hand, guiding me back and forth on your cock while your other hand roughly fondled my tits. I started squeezing my pussy around your cock, milking you, holding you balls deep inside of me. “Fuck, Kylie,” you groaned, fucking me. CRACKThe cane landed right across the seat of her panties before she had even time to realise Barnes was starting. "One" she hissed. She knew better than to fail to count out the strokes, since the man would be sure to cane for ever unless she did so.CRACKAs the second cut landed she felt the fire from the first, and yelped like a scalded cat."Two"The next four strokes landed in quick succession, and then there was a pause.By now Angela was sobbing and tears were pricking in her eyes. She. When they became erect, it showed clearly. And, I had a very real tendency to be excited when I was with him. At the same time, he bought me 4-inch strap heels to match the silver colored dress.* * * * *I was leaning forward at the little table he had asked for in the restaurant, tucked away in the corner, windows on two sides and giant planters separating us from the nearest tables. I was fascinated by what he was recounting about his day. A part of his ‘protection and security’ business was. He seemed to want to make it really special when the time came, and tonight finally seemed to be the night. I loved the romance he was all about, but it wasn’t often that a guy wanted to take things slow, and I wasn’t used to it. The roads were getting slippery. A heavy blizzard was coming down from the gray evening sky, the first snow of the year. As soon as I had gotten into my car, I turned the radio to Christmas songs and had been singing along for the whole drive. It was a perfect December.