It was a good cane. It was a very good cane! Rick already knew it was a very good cane, as he sourced all his canes direct from the importer. The impo...ter was only to happy to supply the sex shops with the finest of punishment implements. After all, they gave a higher profit than the school trade. SWISH-CRACK! Sergeant Mark whipped a second stroke down on Peter’s arse. The cheeks gave way as the cane sliced like a hot knife through butter. SWISH-CRACK! Peter gasped and wriggled as the assault. They would occasionally chat about dogsex, but never too much. MY friends knew enough not to push it. After a few months of chatting my wife wanted to meet her in person. So she agreed to meet her at a restaurant, while I went off and watched a movie. We had rented a motel near where she lived. Needless to say, I had a hard time concentrating on the movie. When the movie was finally done, I went to the motel room, and my wife was still not back. About 15 minutes later my wife came into. My husband introduced him to Beth. They ignored me. Tony handed my husband an envelope of money. "We sold 42 tickets." Tony then led us into a back room. It was set up like a theatre with rows of seats and a stage. The room was full of men and a few women. My husband turned to me."Tony has got some new stock in and your going to model it for him. You'll walk around the stage, smiling, being sexy and making sure everyone has a good time. Now go around back, Tony will tell you what to do."Tony. I had put my nightie back on before we slept, and as early morning light was seeping through, there was no way I was going to take it off again. But I asked, “Will I squash you if I get on top of you?” He laughed and said no, and helped me climb on. I couldn’t sit up on him, I felt too exposed, and my legs are so short that my knees struggled to meet the mattress. I sort of lay half crouched on him, arms supporting me on either side of his head, face to face with him staring down at my cleavage.