Susan groaned immediately, when the cane made contact with the softer tissue around her bung hole. “Good, Sir! You need to be very firm with me! Tha...k you, Sir, for taking care of me!” After the last one, my hands itched to caress her red hot bottom. “Well, Ms. Susan, I hope you are learning you lesson,” patting her hot buttocks. “Yes, Sir. I hope so, too,” getting up slowly from her bend over position and straightening her skirt. She moved closer to me and deeply looked me into my eyes. . Press, don’t iron the fabric. Don’t push the fibers out of shape. Back at my apartment my hands knew what to do. The knife-edge shears yielded long, smooth lines, the way they were always meant to do. I borrowed my roommate’s sewing machine and stitched the patches into blocks with quarter-inch seams, pressing each section to one side before starting the next. The project spilled out of me whole, like a baby that was ready to be born. I labored until I couldn’t keep my eyes open, then got up. She continued trying to gag herself on my cock as she looked me dead in the eyes. I kept writhing underneath her until she finally stopped. She stood in front of me, removed her boy shorts, and spread her ass revealing her wet pussy and asshole.“Enough story time, pick, but I think I know what will make you feel the best,” she said as she winked at me. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her towards my lap. She reached below me and grabbed my dick and rubbed it against my pussy as she pressed. " Then she turns to Jim, "So Jim, are you going to ask my little sister for her number?" I freeze, what the hell does she think she is doing? Before I know it, Jane is telling him me mobile number and smiles at me as he enters it into his phone. Jane and I hardly speak on the way home, despite the sexual tension between us being apparent. As we get inside the house it is too much for me to take and I pull Jane into my arms and kiss her deeply and passionatley, our tongues quickly wrapping.