My fingers were sore.“That was beautiful, J,” Em said from the doorway. “I was afraid you weren’t going to play again.”“I just forgot,” ... said. I turned to look at her and forgot everything else. “My God, you’re beautiful.” I stood and laid the guitar on my bed. “You’re beautiful,” I repeated as I took her hand. She spun around to show me the back as well. In V1’s day we called it the LBD—Little Black Dress. I’d never seen one look so stunning. It had a choker collar with a mesh front that met. The minimum number of strokes ever awarded had been ten and the most so far had been a very severe forty.Three leather topped benches were provided with a rail on the far side to hold onto . In the event of any reluctance to comply the woman was forced over the bench and two wrist clamps automatically appeared and secured the girl to be caned and earned two extra strokes.Excessive noise was solved by a very clever ball gag which kept the girls tongue down and prevented any excessive noise.. There it was… She had given him the perfect excuse. With a serious look in his face, John leant back on his chair and rested his elbows on the armrests as his blue eyes probed into hers.“You haven’t failed, Kyra; at least not yet. But it worries me to see that such a great student as you can fail in such an easy subject like this. I don’t want to do this, but I’m afraid I’ll have to let your father know about this.” Jon explained and Kyra gasped. She leant forward with a worried look and his. We both noticed his pre-cum oozing from his hard, throbbing penis. James went back to work with his fingers and in no time, both Kay and I were moaning, squealing as we came once more and watched as James licked his fingers, slick with our juices.Afterward, James was exhausted and lay back on the floor, penis still sticking through his boxer shorts. We both move closer on either side of him and took it in turns giving him a blowjob. He was squealing and moaning loudly as we switched.