She was committed to suffer. Her senses were never keener. She was aware of everything. She never felt more alive.Her entire body quivered with tensio.... Slow, heavy waves seethed through her gut. Every breath was deep and loud in her ear. A cane.How could she have dared to ask to be caned? Spankings were fun. Mario’s hand was soft. Playful. Floggings were roughly sensual. The leather flogger was a toy that sang of sex when it slithered and slapped. The wooden paddle could bruise her ass but its. They also said that it would take some time to get pregnant anyway because both of them were using the pill before today. I asked if they were concerned about the birthing process. They weren't too concerned especially after I reminded them I was Medic in the Navy, and a paramedic when I got out.The next radio transmission was from the alert from the EBS after the tones there were a series of locations to go to if you could get to them. Then they announced that the president was dead and that. But whereas primarily - I was just entering into polite conversation regarding all matters pertaining to gardening - and a few other meaningless subjects too, well meaningless to me anyway, I wasn't interested what her married son was doing in Australia was I! I didn't pick up her body language at all, not even when, in the greenhouse, she bent provocatively over the edge of the staging to reach one of my prize cactus plants.I was a little concerned because the mature plant had lots of sharp. My boyfriend was too blinded in his lust to notice anything. It became a game to me…. The lengths the peeping toms went to was amazing…Once one climbed a tree…very high up just to peep on couples having sex. We ourselves occasionally got onto a few couples in various acts of sex…oral sex…masturbation…vaginal sex…but we just said sorry and went our way. It was like this private little community - lots of different couples in different areas of the park...involved in various acts of sex. Peeping.