She imagined him in her mouth and moaned. It traveled down and vibrated across the nipples he had worked so well. He told her how much he loved to wor... and tease those nipples and hear the sounds that she made as he did it. Little bolts of lightning shot to her pussy as she listened to him describe what he liked. She ached for him to push the vibrator deep inside her, but he ran it over her clit. He told her how much he loved to run his tongue across that sweet little nub and the look in her. But before the thought can finish her thighs and ass are on fire from the cane blow that lights up her skin. Although only a medium blow it is a feeling of pain she has never experienced. Repeatedly the cane lashes into her backside, red and purple starting to rise with welts. She wants to scream but cannot, as she needs to gasp for air. The cane blows are like a drum rhythm. Laughter fills her ear as the drum beat stops, only to feel the saliva fill the other ear. As the tears pour down her. One of her fingers entered his asshole. The result was immediate, and predictable. He shot wave after wave of semen into her wide open pussy. She, if it were possible, screamed even louder. Milt collapsed on top of her, and her arms and legs fell wide open. He had enough presence to feel the artery on the side of her neck. It was unbelievably fast. His pulse had never bee THAT fast when he ran the 100 yard dash in High School. He had done that in 10 1/2 seconds. And he had weighed 210 pounds.. "You go up first, but stop when I tell you." She did as I asked her, and when she had gone up enough steps to bring her backside level with my face I told her to stop. "Now, move your feet apart so that they are as wide as you can get them on the stairs." Once again she did as she was bid, and when she had her feet against the walls on either side of the stairs I placed my hands on my ankles. She was wearing the sensible, flat shoes and tan-coloured tights that she so often seemed to be.