Eighteen, sir."SMACK!"Nineteen, sir."SMACK!"Twelve, sir."I heard a swish as he swung the cane again. I dropped to the floor screaming "NO, please!" bu... he didn't hit me. He just wanted to scare me.I was allowed to stand up and look at my bottom. There was no blood but the marks were terrible. I knew I wouldn't be able to sit for a week and they will need even more than that to disappear. I was ordered to knee in the corner with my hands on my head while he went to find some decent clothes for. Suddenly Tammy arched her back and started squirting like a fountain into my mouth and all over my face. My hair was drenched in her girl juices. I had never seen anyone climax like this before. While she continued to squirt her juices all over me I moved my hands up to her nipples pinching them as hard as I could and bit her nub making her scream in ecstasy. Tammy's orgasm had me completely forget about the tongue between my legs.I continued to lap at her sopping pussy until she released her. One particular picture showed Mike’s hard cock about to enter her shaven, open and glistening pussy. She remembered the photo opportunity well and smiled inwardly to herself, feeling her pussy becoming even more engorged and deliciously wet. John wished it was his cock in that photo. Becky smiled - if only John knew how wet she was becoming! She could feel her juice starting to dampen her knickers and it felt so good. The bulge in John’s trousers was a dead giveaway, which she’d noticed a few. I grabbed my jacket and my tool bag and mumbled something and left. The coolness of the night air revived me some and I made the half hour drive home safely. The next morning I was groggy and the whole events of the previous evening seemed dreamlike and unreal….Did I really get all horned up over another man’s cock, did I really jerk myself off in his bathroom wishing I was stroking his cock? I waited nervously for the other shoe to drop but nothing did. I knew I would have to call Bert and.