She turned to me, her face red. It was about three-quarters of a metre long with a crook handle at one end. It was a shiny deep yellow and maybe just ...ver half a centimetre in diameter with a slight bend that made it look all the more wicked.The die was clearly cast. "I want to be caned."My first impulse to laugh or make a joke was quickly stifled by the seriousness on her face. She'd played plenty of tricks in the past and had a deadpan sense of humour, but I could tell she wasn't kidding. I. He pushed around several syringes. These were not the ordinary variety intended for insignificant subcutaneous injections. They were heavy glass and metal devices equipped with grips, finger loops, and glistening four inch needles. They were intended to be delicately advanced through lengthy canals and intimately probed into opened orifices before being permitted to give up their delicate pin prick explorations and finally stick home into the cruelest possible sites so as to deliver their. She said that she wanted to take advantage of him being there so he could fuck her a few more times. She wanted to make sure that I was all right with that. I really didn't know what to say, but I agreed so I wouldn't upset Catherine. She gave me a peck on the cheek and dashed back to the bedroom.I settled back into a television movie, watched for an hour or so and then went to bed in the guest room. I awoke at 7:00 am to the sounds of Roy and Catherine in the midst of another fuck session.. As we kissed urgently, I felt Sally's hands untucking my polo shirt from my pants. I raised my arms as she pulled it over my head, then flung it onto the nearby lounge. "Mmm, I love hairy chests," she breathed, running her hands over me, then took my hand in hers and led me to her bedroom. We held each other's gaze as we began to undress. Sally removed her bra, her breasts swinging free, creamy orbs tipped with dark nipples. I loosened my belt, and as my pants fell to the floor my erection.