I told her I could be there in 15 minutes and I was instructed to come to her apartment. I quickly changed into black slacks, a button-down Levi shirt... and headed over.Just over 10 minutes later I was knocking on her door, when her mother answered. “How do you do Mrs. Carol, I’m Pete. I am here to pick up Linda.”The look on her face was one of surprise. She invited me inside and we chatted for a moment until Linda arrived. She was wearing a kind of peach colored knee length shirt-dress thing,. I went to put the kettle on and Kelly started to wash some pots that had been left in the sink.It wasn't long before she was acting about, flicking a bit of water at me laughing and giggling as she did so. Then she threw a wet flannel at me that landed on the back of my neck.I said, "Right lady." picking up the flannel to throw it back as she ran out of the kitchen and into the living room.I chased her with the flannel in my hand. She got into the living room, had nowhere to go, and flopped on. CRACKAs the second cut landed she felt the fire from the first, and yelped like a scalded cat."Two"The next four strokes landed in quick succession, and then there was a pause.By now Angela was sobbing and tears were pricking in her eyes. She thought for a moment that the caning was over, but strangely the women seemed to grip her wrists even more tightly. Then she felt Barnes fumbling with the top of her knickers and pulling them down over her bottom. He pulled them right down to her ankles,. Her own hand was on his chest before held his and guided it down towards her thigh, letting it lay between her legs invitingly.No one paid much attention and all, they seemed to be chilling in the background doing their own thing, the music was so relaxing and the whiskey doubly so. They writhed together until a sensual moan escaped her lips and I knew that his fingers found their way onto and probably into her warm and wet pussy. Sandy never wore underwear on a night out, freedom was key and.