They both lost count of the strokes, and also didn’t realise that their gasps of pain soon turned into a loud, ‘Ow,’ and those pained noises got...louder and longer as the strokes continued. Both knew the caning was far harder than the caning they had got from Lucy and Emma and doubted they would be going to the toilets afterwards to finger themselves to orgasm as they as had then.Mary continued to let out louder and louder yelps after each stroke, but also looked towards Dale and was horrified. “Alright. Go ahead.”Jessica reached out with her now gloveless hand and placed it over his. She traced his wrist and palm up and down with her fingers. Her eyes never left his, burrowing into the depths of his pupils as she stroked his hand up and down. She waited until his body relaxed and he became transfixed in the dark, glimmering pools of her eyes. It was the same yielding she'd seen in Francis the first time she brought her Succubus powers to bear.'You're mine.'Jessica looked down and. I stroked along the length and with thumb and index finger I gently eased the foreskin over my broad dome. I paused when I heard the opening rumble of thunder in the distance. I had to cum before the shower came.I moaned as I gripped my cock and rhythmically tugged up and down, a steady pace that had my shaft pulsating. Resting a finger on the tip, I circled the head, smearing pre-cum around and down my length.”Take my thick cock, Jeanie,” I moaned loudly.Vigorously, I stroked my cock, thinking. My knees buckle, giving easier access to his exploring fingers. I lean forward and rest my forehead on my forearm on the shower wall. My free hand grasps his as he pulls at my taut, singing nipples. Deep in my conscious thought I marvel at John's renewed vigor. Maybe we should have encouraged the kids to move out sooner, I think as his fingers slide up and down my crack, working their way into the narrow channel as my muscles relax. I gasp as I suck in air to satisfy my racing lungs.I inch my.