He slid his left arm under my neck and put his right arm round my left hip and cradled my bum cheeks in his hand. He bent down and kissed me softly ag...in but this time his tongue flicked in and out of my mouth. I returned his kiss with my tongue. As we kissed his right hand started massaging my cheeks, then moved round to my penis, gently stroking and squeezing it through the Lycra. He slowly moved his hand between my legs and around to my love hole and spent some time massaging it through my. He said that he had to taste it. He bent me over and dropped to his knees grabbing an ass cheek in each hand and slowly lapped at my pussy, starting from the clit and straight up over my asshole. He made this noise that I love and haven't heard for so long, you know that noise, the one in which a man makes when he tastes a sweet pussy; like a groan and an mmmm. It sent a shutter down my spine. Then he told me to turn around and lay down. I did, spreading my legs for him to continue pleasing me.. Then two men argued about who would cane her, and then decided that one would give her five strokes of the cane from one side, and then the other man would give her five strokes from the other side.“Be sure to stay in position, otherwise the stroke will not be counted.” One of the men said.“Also, keep you head facing forward, so that you don’t know when the next stroke is coming.” The other man said.Then Melissa felt a tapping of the cane on her sensitive and warm, bare bottom. She heard a. Kuma: Yeah?Oibore: Letting that girl in here. Though I didn't know you had a thing for little girls-- (Kuma splutters.)Oibore: Am I wrong?Kuma: Damn right you are! (he settles back) The daughter my wife took with her would be about her age. Guess I felt like being a nice guy for a change.(A pause.)Kuma: Anyway, you shouldn't be talking. The perfume. The hairpin. An old man with a taste for women's things isn't something I like to see.(Oibore takes the hairpin out of his topknot and looks at it.