Then the bamboo took a leisurely journey across the insides of my taut thighs, eating away at this most tender area as my penis twitched from the pain...and excitement of it all. Traditionally the very last strokes of the canes are delivered to first my penis and then my scrotum, leaving me in breath-taking pain and at the same time usually producing a substantial ejaculation despite the excesses of the session. I was not disappointed, especially when the bamboo cane neatly cut my penis. And a good many more, thirty-eight in all over two months. In all the photos the woman’s face is averted from the camera or has been cropped before transmission. Her very anonymity is arousing as well as her husband’s exposing her to strangers without her knowledge. The one sequential series of images was taken, as I surmised and was confirmed by the husband, after a party. it was in fact her company’s Christmas Party. They have returned home. In the first photo she is sitting on the leather. "Tammy tugged the dress down and then slid a pair of silver heels onto hisfeet and buckled the strap around his ankles. "Ok just let me measurethe hem. Stand straight, don't arch your back. Your boobs are bigenough without you thrusting them out like that." Very funny."The cellphone lying on the bed rang. Tammy answered and listened. Stantried his best to indicate his annoyance at the interruption but Tammywas staring off into space listening."Hold on there Megan, don't freak out." I'll. When we got to the store the assistant asked what we were looking for. Jane produced the bra and said “We want one this size.” “What colour?” I said “Bright red.” After we got the bra chosen the assistant suggested we should get matching panties. “Good idea I said. We would like them to be a lace thong.” Just as the assistant returned with the thong, a man and woman appeared. “Alo Alo nudge nudge wink wink.” they said. Quickly Jane said “We are buying Joe's present for his wife.” With a laugh.