We will watch first the standard sequence. We selected a shy and extremely pretty perspective Sister, whom You can follow through the major moments of...her first day initiation by my dear daring Sexy Sisters. To them the main criterion is whether this tasty nice newbee is naughty enough for first erotic test, which they call 'muff munching' in their dirty dialect, when they expect that their mighty Master is not listening in on their tasty talks. Curious for only one question: "Can she make us. I squatted down and pull down her knickers. Oh yes, a nice shaved pussy. My favour snack.Standing there naked she was shaking. “Undress me darling” I whispered but loud enough for her husband to hear. She was fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. “Here, let me do it” I said and she watched as I stripped off. When I took off my underpants she moaned. That always appeals to my ego. I glanced over at her husband for a second and he was standing there, eyes wide and mouth open. I thought “you. Breathing was a violation on par with a knife wound. How dare my body receive this? A wave of hideous nausea, then. Frame shaking, breath-stopping (oh thank you) blackout nausea, the kind a parent experiences seeing their child snatched away by random circumstance. And oh now he hated the word tactile. Hate. Hated it. Found that word and held on, hating and seeing and breathing and feeling. And now something sharp and thick had found its way under his screaming skin, puncturing through veins. My heart hammers against the hard wood. I have been spanked, paddled, even flogged, but never caned. She slashes the cane through the air experimentally and leers as I flinch. Then she steps behind me, tugs my panties to my knees and caresses my bare buttocks tenderly. In spite of my terror, my cock stiffens against the desk. "Now," she says, withdrawing her soft hand. "Let's see just how big a sissy you really are." I hear the swish of the cane a split-second before the lightning strikes..