My knees were locked straight, my legs open wide enough to see everything on show, and he run the bamboo cane up the inner thigh, resting on my clitor...s, where he pushed it forward until the knobbly bit brushed against mt clitoris, now swollen and responsive as my knees buckled as the cane moved it around, stimulating me, making me hump it, 'You like that feeling girl, dont you girl?', as he probed and rubbed it harder, I never ever visualized myself having an orgasm bent double, ass high in. I made my dive look convincing, and suddenly I was a has-been instead of a contender. That was the end of the boxing career of ‘Smoke Swents’. Carlton only had himself to blame- He forgot that a working man kept his word. He forgave me by the time the chef served the warmed aperitif, chuckling at my bruised face.Maybe Carlton had taken my meaning better than I had thought, and had lost back some of his ‘windfall’ realizing that he had gotten too greedy. Havana was a rough town to get crosswise. Back then my nipples were not as sensitive as they are today, in fact I did not have any boobs to speak off, so there was no brassiere, just pink protuberances, which were hard, but devoid of sexual feeling.After the kissing session I nominated the best looking boy, who in fact looked more feminine than masculine, I think the softness of his skin thrilled me more.But of course kissing alone was just stoking the fire, and in the heat of the moment I foolishly agreed to go topless with the boys,. "Heh, I guess we should a carded her at the door!" Steve laughed, his hands sliding up and down Becky's thighs, the man moaning softly at the feel of silky smooth adolescent legs."Fuck that!" Max shot back, his dark eyes catching Becky's as he leaned closer to her face, "I like 'em young, and the last thing we need is a fucking asshole doorman keepin' the fuckable cuties away from the Max Man!"Gasping at his words, Becky could do little as Max pressed his lips against hers. Her eyes wide,.