She was moaning and began to whisper, “Ohhhh…..ohhhh yes…..oh God yes!”Britney’s voice got louder and louder, the closer I got to her sweet ...ittle snatch. I could smell the musk of her pussy. She raised her hips and slid out of her thong. I licked all around her gorgeous pussy. Soft, light colored hair, just barely curly. I could see it even in that faint light. I nuzzled the bridge of my nose against it and breathed in deeply. I was so excited I thought I might pass out.“Do it! Do it!” she. Meanwhile he liked having her around. She was fun and had class. While talking a bit posh and looking completely demure, with no piercings or tattoos or even highlights, she was up for pretty much anything in the way of drugs, alcohol or getting into places they weren’t supposed to be, like backstage at a gig.Callie herself, while refusing to date anybody, had nevertheless been thinking more and more about sex. Since puberty her pussy had become steadily more tingly, more often. She’d started. We were both trembling all over as we hurriedly undressed and came together by the bed in an almost frantic embrace, his hands all over me and my mouth open really wide to accept the furious tongue-fucking he was giving it.We were both gasping hard and fast when we finally parted; he had me to sit on the edge of his bed, withdrew from beneath it a pair of sensuous, velvety black spikes. He assumed I would wear them for him, without asking at all, and he was exactly right! With trembling hands. More wails of anguish.Her arse was so hot.She felt a hand and fingers checking her backside. Fingers gently caressing her cunt lips. The pain, and yet the pleasure.“How about the good old fashioned cane. Just a different sort of pain.”“Great idea Jim” she heard Mr Harding say.Another pause.Then she heard the distinctive ‘Swoosh, swoosh’ as someone tried out the thin strip of cane, testing it’s flight through the air. She but her lip in anticipation.She felt the wooden stick brushing her.