She had wanted to be caned but hadn’t had the courage to ask to be caned. However, surely she shouldn’t let Lucy cane her as she was just eighteen...years-old and so fourteen-years younger than herself.Lucy saw the hesitation on Sandra’s face and commanded, “Take your knickers off now, mum, and then fetch me the cane. You have one minute to get the cane back to me or else six strokes becomes nine.”Sandra gasped but whilst accepting that she would get six strokes, she didn’t want to risk nine and. She was feeling chill at the spine. She immediately closed the book her heart was pounding she was not used to reading such things she didn’t like the story too especially the humiliation part still there was something which was compelling her to read other stories.She could not understand why this was happening was it because she had never seen such stuff and so was feeling curiosity or was it because she had not had sex for past 3 years. Whatever it is she decided to go through the book. She. When he finally eased off ofher, she was doubled, her legs pressing against her torso. He smiled at her and theobvious strain that she was under. And then, positioning himself at her bottom,her ran his hands over her stretched legs, admiring the shape of her well-tonedbody. After several admiringmoments he leaned down over her and kissed her. She moaned as their tonguesmet, his weight adding to her strain. His member, hard and damp, rubbed overher sex. She wanted him to enter her and told him. “I’m happy you came, too,” I said inadequately.The actress on the screen, Nordic to the fingernails, pulled off her shirt. Her breasts were small and pert, with round pink nipples reminiscent of little rosebuds. Her tiny shorts followed, revealing, for an instant before she turned away, a bare cleft like a sideways smile.“She looks almost prepubescent,” Kitty said in my ear. “Do you like your women shaved or natural?”My throat was so dry that I had to wet my lips before I could murmur an.