.."Watching her head bobbing up and down on it, was really getting to me and I was screaming, " Stop, Oh shit stop, you better stop or I'm gonna cum" ...nd she jerked up off of it and let go of it.I felt so stupid, as I sat there in her kitchen, with my long skinny boner sticking straight up out of my levis.She had the wildest look in her eyes, as she stood-up and took me into her bedroom.As soon as we were in there, she pulled her sundress up over her head. Standing there in front of me with. He walked to the kitchen, and then went back into the living room, scratching his head.Here, a note needs to be included about Wilburn. He was thirty-three. He had been married when he was nineteen, but he had divorced after only two years of marriage. He was of average height and weight. He had brown wavy hair and green eyes. He was not handsome, but he was nice enough-looking. He was angular-looking, with a pointed chin and sharp cheekbones. Wilburn was gay, but he was not an activist; he. I was really hoping that the next owners would be suitable “victims” for DJ and myself’s naughty exhibitionist tendencies…and although I can’t recall discussing with DJ at the time, she absolutely knew what I was hoping for! So, a bit of time passed and we watched as a bunch of various people started moving stuff into the apartment and re-decorating the place etc. We didn’t have any clue as to who was actually moving in until a couple of weeks later….and it turned out to be a single guy who. He looked at me for a moment then went to unfasten some of the straps, as he undid them I raised up a bit so he could slide my skirt and panties off then he fastened me back into position. He stood there looking at the four welts that had raised on my bottom and knew full well that they had to have stung, he had a few girls over the years like this one who did not view a caning as punishment, always cooperative and willing to take more, and as he looked upon my soon to be chastised bottom he.