I . . . I don’t really know what to say,” I stammered.“Well, what kind of an experience were you looking for?,” Mike asked, “I mean, did you...just want to get a blowjob, or give one? Did you want more than that?”“Were you just looking for a one on one or….something more?,” Ashley asked, seductively.This was heading somewhere. I could already feel myself getting hard.“I mean, I would probably not turn down something…more,” I said.“So, what is it you want? Really? Do you want one guy, two guys,. Whoever got in here to move everything out must have worked all night with at least two people per room. This place was huge!“Ah, there you are, David,” a man wearing dusty jeans and work shirt said. “I will let you decide if it is cheaper to bulldoze this place to rebuild from the foundation up or only gut it. Either way, you won’t be getting enough out of the woman that lived here to cover even a portion of the costs to undo all that she did to this place. Everything happened after she kicked. Then to my horror Mr. Hamilton showed me the tools of the trade - thecanes. He took one and whished it trough the air. It is a sound that Iwouldn't want to hear in my life. In the future I would be in thereceiving end a few times, but still that sound brought a memory of thismoment out. As I had been a good girl, there was no reason to punish me."Some of you new girls (a reference to all ex-boys) have by this timeaccumulated enough demerits to get a real caning. You have beentolerable well. “What was it you wanted?” I’d honestly kinda forgotten given all the bombastic words that had rushed through the phone in something short of five minutes.“Slap that dirty dick in my face. I mean, tap it on the phone. Or pat it in the palm of your hand.” Not just words. I could feel the heat press out of her mouth. And other things. I think she began licking the phone. I definitely heard her kiss it a time or two. And that squishy sound from somewhere else below her. I know what pussy sounds.