Without warning it strikes the vunerable flesh of your arse cheeks.You try to scream but it is muffled by the gag.I wait for a few seconds and hit you...again on exactly the same spot,another muffled scream. I continue caning you for a few minutes as your cries echo around me.Putting the cane down I move infront of you and turn the vibe up to full.Your breathing rapidly becomes ragged but just before you cum I turn it off.I guess by the noises you are making that you are pleading with me to turn. ‘What was that for?’ she asked. ‘Pretty girls deserve to be kissed, so I kissed you.’ She stood there with the funniest expression on her face, looking up at me. ‘Come on.’ I encourage, let’s get these done. She returns to the task at hand, washing out the udder cups. With her hands deep in the water, she asks, ‘Mark, do you think I’m pretty?’ ‘I kissed you, didn’t I?’ ‘I’m serious, Mark. Am I really pretty?’ I look at her and search her face. The question is real. ‘Yes, I think you are pretty.. Now, I knew we would never get back to the way things had been. We wouldn't get back at all. It was over.If I'd ever had any doubts at all, after that incident in the classroom, they were laid to rest after I opened my school locker after my last class that day, and found a list of names that Queenie had stuffed through the locker's vent holes. It was a list of names, three columns wide. On the top, in Queenie's neat script were written the three headings ... Sucked ... Fucked ... Sucked &. I spent the night with the bedbugs in the local hotel, but I had a decent breakfast to make up for it. At least, the coffee was good. I left town with little real hope for success in finding Harrison, but this was my only lead, so I had to follow it. The McGruder house was easy to spot. It sat atop a low hill and had a good view of the surrounding countryside. Dammit, why couldn’t I come across an easy one once in a while?From my current position, I couldn’t see anything that would give me some.