I stood up and kissed him hard on the lips. It was aggressive and needy. His hands went from my ass to my pussy. He then bent down on his knees and st...rted to rub "wash" my opening. He always did this. Richard loved to tease me. When I started to moan a little louder is when he pushed his fingers in. I let out a loud whimper and gripped his shoulders. I bent my head down to watch him finger fuck me. I breathed in, hissing. "Ooo Richieeee..." he was pushing me towards something and I knew it was. The cane cracked across my defenceless buttocks for six agonizing times, and yes, I writhed, and I squirmed, and I shouted, and begged, much to her absolute delight. The pain was more than I could bear. What had I done?A short delay, and then the second set of six were duly delivered, one stroke every ten seconds. The overall pain was beginning to overwhelm my senses. This wasn’t fun! I started to beg for them to ease off, to give me a chance to recover.The third set of six strokes were duly. “Where is that little bitch?” she said in the link. “Next to me,” I replied. I could feel the heat from her anger wafting into my mind. “Relax.”“She wounded you,” she said with a tone full of rage.“No, I did it myself.”The argument that ensued was heated. Dana had recovered much more rapidly but by the time she entered the hallway I had won the argument that the fault was my own. Though as of now, I didn’t know at what price, but the witch got to live.“What did they have you doing here?” Dana. Talking to Gavin about Willis was…arousing, coveting, lustful… not sure of the words. I felt as if the more I talked to Gavin about Willis, the more likely I could cum by just talking. Gavin never caught me with my hands down my pants while I talked with him. Talking was like giving Gavin a facial and spurting Willis all over Gavin. How’s that for an image? They were only words, but I felt like rubbing one out whenever I talked about Willis to Gavin. Is that sick? Was it perverted for me to.