.. You did promise." I did ... so you can count on it."We sat there quietly watching the fire."Taylor's upset with me."It wasn't a question."Yes ... s...e loves you so much and she was so hurt ... now we see her so seldom..."She didn't say anything more. She didn't have to.Finally she looked up at me."God, I 'm so glad your home Bret. When I thought I'd lost you..."She couldn't finish. She cried quietly as I held her.Once her tears ran out we just sat enjoying being together again.Finally she. He ran his tongue around my exposed head, licking the tip, probing the hole and generally doing a fucking god job of it. He gently stroked my cock, pushing my skin into his mouth and then withdrawing it again. It felt so good.I placed my hands on his head and slowly met his mouth with a push. We increased the speed of stroking and me fucking his face. It was getting almost too good. I stopped and held his head, slowly drawing him off my cock. I stepped back. There was a line of saliva from his. And she also suggested I keep my wallet and keys in there.After all, it just makes sense to keep all my things together, shepointed out. Yes, I thought, that makes perfect sense to me. She alsosaid it would be best I not let her mother see me with my new satchel,because she might mistake it for a purse. "Doesn't that make sense,"she asked, sweetly. I had to agree to made perfect sense.It was around this time that I noticed my nipples had gotten quitepuffy and sore, and I couldn't lift as much. Mr Jones commented ?That was a little low Michael, try and raise it a little?.?Back down! And remember you must count?Laura bent over. ?Sorry Sir. Six. Thank you?A further three strokes were delivered in quick succession.?Last one coming?. A final swish followed by the pistol crack.?Ten. Thank you Sir?.?You may now stand up and compose yourself. The caning has been completed.?Laura burst into tears, whether relief at the conclusion of her ordeal or because of the dreadful pain she felt in her.