It consisted of a black lacy bustier with 6 long garters. Black silk stockings, black lace panties and a black micro mini dress that when I put it on ...t clung to my body like a glove. The hem was so short that it did not even come down to my stocking tops.I was strapping on a pair of 5 inch black high heels when Susan came back into the bedroom. She was wearing a black leather corset, stockings and thigh high leather boots with pencil thin 4 inch heels.She was gorgeous, Susan is a very pretty. Taylor.Wendy caned me relatively quickly, having a conversation with Sylvia and Natalie as she did so, Mrs. Bolton holding me in position over the table and ignoring my cries and shouts.“Thwack!”“So, can you give him a better blow job than Rachel, Auntie Natalie?”“Thwack!”“He does love having his thighs, cock and bum stroked, Sylvia.”“Thwack!”“I think you’ll be impressed at how well trained this one is when it comes to the bedroom.”“Thwack!”“So then, Natalie. Did you enjoy caning. She was old, that was obvious. Her fur was grey, the grey of age, seeming to hang on her bones as if muscles had faded to almost nothing. Her eyes, though, pupils of bright blue, showed a mind sharp, clear. Younger women stood on either side, just a step behind, attendants ready to help their leader, compensate for any failing. Sam just marveled. The relationship was so ... human, one she had seen countless times. The three stood before the strange table. It was made of painted thin wooden. I am still learning about this whole thing about getting old. It seemed to me that, except for a few awkward years as a teenager, that aging was a more or less straight line progression, so I wasn’t really prepared for my reaction to a day in the park. When I got home, I wrote a little story. The first sense to be awakened as I drove past Riverside Park was the awareness of the sweet smell of grilled onions, mixed with browning meat and popcorn. Then I heard the purr of electric generators.