As I mentioned in the opening story, Sylvia got me used to being naked at all times in the house we rented from her friend Rosemarie. I was also in ch...rge of making bondage equipment and furniture. Specialized to fit and torture...ME! I would be be spread eagled on a split legged bondage/exam table, bent over a spanking bench, and suspended, sometimes upside down, from the exposed timbers in the ceiling of this country style ranch house.As I said, Sylvia love to play with tushies and rectums!. She sucked me back to life and straddled me. She rode me like there was no tomorrow. We switched positions several times. At one point I was fucking her from behind while holding her completely off the ground by her hips. I came at least twice more while fucking her. Eventually collapsing exhausted on my bed with Heather in my arms. The next morning I awoke naked and confused. I felt awful about what happened. But seeing Heather emerge from the shower, I was soon horny again. She told me that. I promised myself that I would stay down no matter what. I bent over again and gripped the table edge. As I stretched, my punished skin felt impossibly tight. The cool leather rested on my burning cheeks, lifted, and lashed across my stinging bottom with a CRACK! that must have been heard miles away. I stayed down. Another quick shuffle of feet behind me. I closed my eyes tight, jaw clenched. CRACK! The pain was indescribable. I even whimpered a little as I heard her take one, two steps. Then. You're here in front of your laptop.The year started off great. Being a Business major had been the perfect fit. Economics, marketing and even statistics had come easy. A 4.0 the first three semesters of college was pointing its way right to an MBA at the school of your choice. And there was Jane. Fun, smart and hot as hell. She really was the perfect girlfriend.But she's out with her friends and you're here. With your laptop.Jane might not be perfect for everyone, but it really worked for you..