" I sort of got that impression already," James concurred."But she knows what I'm going to tell you. She agrees with what I'm goingto propose. Or, she...would if she knew. I think."James waited.Mandy took a deep breath."You remember that night? The terrible news? About Derek ... about Emma'sfather?" I do. Last Wednesday night." James hesitated, then added, very seriously,"Would you prefer that I didn't remember? Is that what this is about?" What? No! God, no!" Mandy exclaimed in surprise. This. He waited almost half a minute after her second stroke. He had found that the discomfort of such a wait for a girl in this position was usually quite apparent and believed that he could even discern some relief when the pressure of the cane let them know that the next stroke was imminent - at least until it actually landed.By the time he raised his cane again, the mark of the first stroke was already purple, marking in a very satisfactory fashion that area of her bottom, from this highest mark. The skirt of the dress fell to just barely my mid thigh, and the dress itself also buttoned up the front which allowed for daring cleavage options.Happy with my selection, I took it with me back to my room to get dressed and get ready to go out. Minutes later I was ready to go, and giddy to do so. I had chosen to leave the top two buttons undone which revealed a good amount of cleavage, but nothing to shocking. I also left the bottom button undone to allow for a higher slit in the front. Of. ”“Goodness! You are very bold!” she told him, as she spread her legs to give him better access, “And very naughty!”“Do you like men who are bold?” Bobby asked. He was working his hand further up her thigh, getting close to her pussy.“Yes, Bobby. I like a man who knows what he wants and takes it.”Bobby’s friend Steve, sitting next to me, had been observing the three of us silently, but now I felt his hand on my shoulder.“I’m taking your stool,” Steve declared to me, and with that he pulled me.