Somehow, this day felt different, though I didn’t realize why. He started to make small, subtle advances and I barely noticed. Or maybe I didn’t w...nt to notice. The wet kisses passed unnoticed. He mentioned again that he had been thinking a lot about making love to me lately. Gradually, the advances got more direct and forward. Somewhere along the line, I started to say no and it came out OK. That’s when I knew it was time. I was surprised, but I knew I was ready, due to his persistence. So I. I almost stumbled over what looked like a barstool beside the counter.“Oh they are very popular with some of our customers – look it’s got a padded leather top for the girl to lay on and a sort of triangular shape to keep her legs apart”.I must have still looked confused “Show me, if you don’t mind”.The Lush Lesbian hitched up her dress and straddled the ‘fucking-stool’, leaning forwards to raise her pretty rump in the air. “Look there are straps here and here for tying your girl down if she. It was so wet my fingers rubbed until she came again.She said the caning was so painful but now she gets so excited talking and thinking about it. She said this is the happiest day of her life.My old fellow soon got hard when Debbie put those caned palms around my cock and told me every detail of her caning and I was inside her again. I lasted this time and we shouted together as we came.The caning was certainly worth this. A little or a lot of pain could not dim the sex that followed.Debbie. Beside me at the bar there was a gorgeous young black woman with beautiful long hair and a tight top that showed off an amazing cleavage. Her name was Tamara. We started to chat, sharing some drinks and flirting with each other. She was also away from home on business. As the evening progressed, the conversation got increasingly naughty and it was not long before that black babe invited me back to her room.I thought I needed a nice piece of cock inside me, but then I convinced myself a tight.