I had no idea how many strokes of the cane I had received but as Peter untied me I sniveled that I wanted more so I could orgasm but he paid no attent...on because he already had another plan in mind. Quickly he flipped me on my back and again secured me in place with my hands over my head and my legs spread wide. Peter retrieved his new Cat-o'-nine-tails whip and began lightly flicking it at my inner thighs; I thought that he was just going to play with me for a moment until he really started to. I must have been doing well because the horny woman sighed in my ear, mumbling something like ; “Oh god it’s been a while..” Her hand had slipped past my zip and into my underwear. I couldn’t even remember hearing my zip. This woman had skills! Her small hand gripped my cock from above, her thumb playing along my glans and her fingers gripping the underside of my shaft. She saw how I reacted when she run her thumb across the head of my cock and grinned down at me. I was still merrily sucking. Their neighbour was a 66year old chap by the name of Steve, whom they hardly knew, they would just pass the odd word if they met, as he kept himself very much to himself. It was on one of these warm sunny days, when Wendy`s husband Andrew was in their back bedroom, which doubles up as his office, working on his laptop. He said later; “I could see Wendy at the bottom of the garden sunbathing naked. She always used baby oil so her nude body was glistening, and I could see her bald, smooth. Somehow, I managed to get on the sideway safely. That ass came back from the other way and ran into me again. No clue where he was just walking up and down the block, but I focused my hearing on his angry taps of his fingers on his phone, his voice, sound of his walk, and anything else I could do to be out of his way. I heard that dumbass coming right toward me again, but this time I had a trashcan and phone pole between us. There was a bus bench a foot behind me too, so he would have had to go.