"Two by the wings and six further back." "Okay, very suitable. Bend over for your six." She bends and he slowly anddeliberately applies six strokes of...the cane to her buttocks. After two sheis biting her lip, on the third she cries out, on the fourth she cries tears.On the fifth stroke she loses her balance slightly and, sobbing, forces herselfback into the right position. The sixth stroke, applied, whether deliberatelyor not, directly on the red mark left by an earlier one, leaves her on. We were going to be late but I didn't care. I told her about the silent auction, quoting prices that some of the pieces had fetched, including the game table that I had purchased. She didn't comment. I got the impression that she was nervous about the reception she would receive at the cookout.We had to park a couple of blocks from the Meriwether home and walk along a street with cars parked in front of older summer cottages on one side and water on the other one. It was a nice day and the walk. And Dad's careful guidance, Proto-Tech and the McKesson group caused Obsidian Research to spawn Obsidian Energy Systems. We were poised to revolutionize the automobile industry and finally make the electric car a practical object. Early efforts to paint myself as the reclusive mad genius type had paid off, and I was able to minimize the usual endless rounds of PR appearances and interviews. Minimize did not mean eliminate, however, and I spent the month before the wedding very busy with OES. I was talking dirty to him and he seemed a bit shocked by that."What wrong?" I asked."There are people in the next room," he said "I don't want them to hear us."I chuckled. "I don't think that they care about us, and I certainly don't care about them." I looked at him and continued, "I'm sure that they're here to fuck too."I bent over and began slowly sucking, after a few moments, I spoke to him again."It's ok to get vocal Steve, please be yourself, forget that it's me and where you are, just.