“Twelve, hard strokes and I’m going to give you a choice.” She paused and began to tap the cane against my bottom, working out where she wanted ...er strokes to land.“Choice, Auntie?” I asked.“Yes. A choice of having them fast or slow.” The older lady smiled. I had already decided. I wanted this over as soon as possible.“Fast, please Louise.” I reached for a cushion and buried my head in it as far as it would go.Mrs Jensen smiled to herself and raised her cane above her head. “Very well. You will. The excitement of not knowing, for both my husband and I of when it's going to happen is wonderful, each day I get braver and more comfortable in my new flirting hobby. Although suggesting sex with perfect strangers has been a nerve racking experience for me, it has also been a very exciting one, not knowing if I'm going to be knocked back or whether I'm going to have another mans touch, brings me a thrilling ride, if you have read my last blog on this you will know I am not doing this because. Give me your key, so I can get in, and I'll be back in a few minutes".When I let myself back in I heard her in the bathroom brushing her teeth. " Jenny, can I come in ". The door was open, and I could see that she was wearing a long tee shirt, and when she bent over the sink, I could see her white panties. She looking over her shoulder and said " I hope that paper bag means that I'll get to sleep tonight ". I said yes, I think it will, but I am not sure you are going to like the idea ". Then I. In the first place there were eighteen of them, which was not normal in any sense. Along with numbers they all had shitty attitudes. They seemed to be spoiling for more than an entrance fight from the get go. To a man they were insulting braggarts.Shaton and I had a short talk before the formal fighting began. He'd already decided that none of them were going to be allowed to join us and he wasn't going to give them the fight they were probably expecting. He planned to just throw the first one.