So much so I asked Mistress if she would cane me harder. I got called an unsavoury work and another 10 strokes. And then Mistress got to the last 10 s...rokes. Again she changed implement. This cane had a different sound as it whooshed through the air. And when this landed it was by far much more painful than all the other strokes. These strokes were hurting like hell and had me very close to tears. Mistress then said the last 6 and these are full on. And Mistress wasn’t wrong. Every stroke was. " Without skipping a beat she walked over to my door and hopped in the car.Now what was about to happen had never happened to me again after this. It must have been a full moon or something of the sort. She said, "Of course I will let you have everything, now pull out your cock and let me see what I have to work with." I was wearing gym shorts and she went from staring at the tent I had pitched to rubbing my cock and then reaching in and pulling it out. She began to slowly jerk on me and said,. Her nipples are hard and puffy with horniness and desire. I start to leave small, light marks all over her chest then I start to lick and nibble on her sweet nipples as I work to pull her pants off. Once I get her pants off I start to play with her sweet pussy through her panties while I am teasing her nipples with my mouth. I go back up for a kiss and our tongues slide together sweetly. After the kiss I start to go down on her again as I remove her pink see-through thong. When I get to her. "I'd be more than happy to," I said. "I owe you my life. Can't thank you enough." Cindy smiled, tension I hadn't noticed before easing from her shoulders. "Whichever way the wind blows," Iva mumbled. It was just barely loud enough for me to hear. Jack and Cindy probably couldn't make out her words. Jack raised his glass to me, and for a moment, his voice sounded upbeat. "Good to hear, man. Good to hear. I knew I could count on you. But I didn't want to force it." We clinked our glasses.