”“Even though he is so much younger than you?”“If he came on to me, I would definitely think about it. It might be fun.”“You would have fu... sex?”“Yes, don’t you?” I replied a little more forcefully than I meant to.“Well yeah, but...”“I may be a single mother and forty-one years old, but I am not dead yet.”“So you really would sleep with him?”“Yes. I definitely would.” I could not help but smile as I strung my son along in our silly fantasy.“Even if it were just a one-night stand?”“Yes. Even if. You will receive twelve strokes. Eight will be delivered with gaps in between but the last four will have no gaps. They are the ones you will really feel and remember most. Understood Wilkins?"Liz now realized why the other woman (who was probably Patricia) had been shrieking so loudly towards the end of her caning.Liz looked at her sexy, attractive Punishment Officer, who was probably just a few years older than Liz. Even in these circumstances, there appeared to be a connection between her. What a city. So much going on, such character. I think it’s one of the few cities still worth living in.’ Cyrus and Clare continued to chat for a while, having a few more beers, slowly getting intoxicated. One thing led to another, and around 2 am when mostly everyone had left, they found themselves snuggled up on the couch in the darkness. Cyrus had his arm around Clare, and another one running up and down her bare thigh. She had her head leaned against Cyrus and ran her hand across his. With each shift of her head, the hairs brushing against me, the tremors of euphoria radiated through my legs, crotch, and belly. My penis twitched and jumped with each wave."I will need a little help here. I think we all know our part." She calmly stated. A few seconds later, I felt a hand softly envelope my penis and heard someone working on the buckles that held the strap around my throat to the pole behind me. Everything seemed to slow down as I waited for whatever was coming. .