The rattan rested against her thin cotton. She steadied her breathing. Her hot, spanked bottom was an unpleasant start to her caning.Heat flashed into...her backside, her skimpy panties irrelevant. As pain stormed her defenses, she remembered denying Mark his coffee and exhaled through the hurt she deserved. Incidents of blatant petulance occupied her thoughts while the cane cut agonizing lines of fierce heat into her disobedient bottom.“Consider the strict line separating your job and your. She giggled and sighed, "Well. I didn't have any release for a bit as we've been busy with the kids and Judy's been taking care of Becky." Then she looked concerned, "I hope she's OK." Yea. me too." I said softly. Then it came to me that Judy hadn't been here `alone' with her for a bit and I understood what she'd really meant. She hadn't had her girlfriend to pay her that `special' attention to her.One of the girls started crying to let us know that it was time for dinner, and I let go of. ” As used to do with my natural mother, I warm the oil between my palms. I then start on her toes on her left foot. I massage the little toe and then give it a quick jerk. My fingers work their way through each toe with the same manipulation. My thumbs then press into the sole and I move them up and down her high arch. A soft moan comes from the woman. The most important thing my mother taught me in giving a massage was to take my time. “Randy, this feels so nice.” “Margie, we won’t tell. “Incredible, but with your muscle tone, I feel as if I’m holding a perfect marble statue -- well, maybe gold -- that has come to warm life.”“You’ll find, Howard, that my lipodystrophy has had, to put it technically, no adverse effects on my Bartholin’s gland. In other words, my pussy is flowing, almost dripping, wanting to welcome you inside me.” I faced her, as she lay on her back, her hands stroking and emphasizing her body. Slightly spreading her legs, I put them on my shoulders and entered.