NOOOOOOOOOO!’ YAAAAAAAH!’With each stroke Cindy screamed and writhed insanely. The men watching from the dimness noted with pleasure just how skil...ully Omar was using the cane to make sure he crossed all the earlier weals at least once. They could understand why he was taking his time?after all it was important the make the subject as to feel the full agony of every stroke individually. As Cindy was not yet bent over, she could still thresh about with her upper body and was able to flex and. Nothing needed to be said with us. We were on new ground and we were just letting nature take its course. My hands went to her temples and I pressed in softly to try and relieve her stress. The tips of my fingers massaged gently, kneading her temples. I moved my hands downward to her shoulder blades and began to squeeze gently. The swirl of emotions inside me were exhilarating. She moved almost imperceptibly beneath me and I wiggled my body lower to gain access to her back. My strong hands. I ran a bath for my girl, told her to relax and take her time as I had a surprise for her. I had been out and bought some new lace topped hold-up stockings, a nice thong to go with them and a mans white shirt. I laid them out on the bed for her, along with a pair of her knee high boots. I told her that when she came out the bath, she had to wear what was on her bed. I sat through the lounge waiting on her coming down the stairs, candles lit, and just a chair from the dining table in the middle. My cup size was 30D and I knew how other guys looked at me. I loved how my breasts could make heads turn and sometimes get me things that others wouldn’t get. For example, if I were to pull my shirt down just a little bit, Starbucks coffee would suddenly come free. I used this to my advantage at school, and in public. When I was in those places it would be a conscious choice to lower my shirt. However, whenever I was at home it wasn’t conscious but instead completely unconscious. Frequently I.