Don't...uh...have...uh...”“Penises?” She said helpfully. Smiling, she explained, “No, we don't have penises, but we do have other equipment. I...know your mom won't deal with the subject, so when you are ready, just ask me. I'll explain it. It's something that all boys need to know...I wish more parents explained it before...” her voice trailed off, and I sensed a little regret.“Okay k**do. I'll leave you to whatever it is you were busy with.” I saw a mischievous look in her eyes. “I just wanted. Fuck it. He was playing with her and she was not backing out now.“No, sir. Just never saw a real cane close up before.”“Well, I should emphasise that a stroke from this instrument will feel as intense as its rather fearsome sound. School knickers notwithstanding. Six strokes – what I'm proposing to give you – is going to be something of a challenge.”“Yes, sir.” She nodded slowly, the desire to show her mettle in a trial warring with the fear that gripped her insides.“And there's one more thing.. Poi con le mani mi aprì le natiche ed affondò il suo volto tra di esse.Sentivo la sua lingua giocare con la rosellina , le sue calde labbra.Trattava il mio buco come fosse una bocca , mi stava facendo godere.Poi sentii mentre me lo massaggiava col pollice , la punta della lingua che provava ad intrufolarsi e poi ora un dito ora due e a seguire la lingua che entrava un po di più. Sentirla mentre si faceva strada serpeggiando mi procurava un piacere difficilmente descrivibile.Lo sentii sdraiarsi. I was on my back on an old blanket, actually one of those pads that the movers put around furniture so it won't get scraped up in their truck. My hands were on either side of my head, and I was handcuffed to two rings that were welded on the floor of the van. I must have made some sound, because the man who had grabbed me got out of the driver's seat, came around to the side door and got in the back with me." He never said a word, and with the gag all I could do was make a few sounds. He took.