"Comedy sounds fine," she said.I popped a comedy move in and she walked into my kitchen."Got any wine?" she asked."There's a single bottle on the top ...helf of the cupboard. Just a small glass each, it's my only wine," I said.She poured us each a small glass of wine in a regular cup because I had no wine glasses. We sipped our wine until the movie ended."Wanna watch another?" I suggested."Sure. Have any of a more...adult genre?" she winked."What?" I asked."You know...porn." No, no movies like. I couldn't believe what she'd started to do, but she was contracting her ass muscles the more and more I fucked her.Being something of a traditionalist, I asked if she had a bed we could use, so we went into another room, I told her it was ok and she didn't have to use the sheet to hide herself, so after she'd taken it off, I started to play with and suck on her tits, (BB 18 cups as best), all the while fingering her pussy and making out with her, as she rubbed my cock in her grip. As I slipped. Again something sharp and hard snapped into her skin. And again. And again. And again. And again. Each strike redefined her misery. She was being struck by a thin wooden cane, narrow and strong, that bit into her tender flesh. There was no delicate line between correction and brutality to be found in such an instrument when employed with this level of force. There was only pain.Methodically, the cuts moved up the inside of her legs. Despite the shock of each excruciating impact, her terror. I'm married."And Sam had said, "That's good. I like experienced women" and he had kissed her again and she had kissed him back.She was hunching forward on his hand as he was finger fucking her and he had just pulled his zipper down and was getting ready to pull his cock out when Linda said it was time to go and they all got up to leave. Betty was a little unsteady on her feet and Sam had to help her walk to the elevator. When they got off on their floor Betty was surprised to see that the guys.