‘Wow – I can see the cane marks on your bottom! Those are really thick, angry red stripes! They’re even visible through your knickers. That must...have hurt! Such a nice bottom you’ve got, too! Very – sexy…’ she giggled. ‘I’m going to enjoy spanking this!’I felt her run her hand gently over the backs of my thighs, and then over my knickered bottom. I shivered with her sensual touch, enjoying the feeling of her hand, desperate for more. I gasped when I felt her fingers make contact with the cane. The internal conflict was draining and was compounded by not having several nights of solid sleep. I sought solace back in the hotel room where I tried to lull myself to sleep by running my hands over my unclothed body. My hands grazed up my arms and along my shoulders and then down to cup and caress each breast. As I squeezed a nipple, one hand fell over my tummy and toyed with venturing into my nether regions. Was that Michael’s hand that brushed over the tender folds of my skin? Or was that. I fell on my knees before him, but then he grabbed my hair and asked me:“Are you sure of this, bitch… do you want my hard dick in your wet pussy?”I did not even answered; just ran my fingers over his shaft, as I bent down and opened my mouth to eat that magnificent piece of cock.He grabbed my hair again; “Tell me, bitch, tell me you want to be well fucked!!”.“Please, fuck me, make me your slut”, I could barely say before engulfing his cock.As he looked at me, I stood up and lifted up my skirt,. I had always wondered what size her bras would be, she was always petite with what looked like pert titties. I imagined her to be a 34b, I hoped she would wear her cups quite small so the titties flowed over the tops. They were quite conventional from the famous UK store, but were 36c so she wore her bras a little larger than I imagined, had her titties grown with age. How i would love to have removed it from her and seen the titties drop out of the constraining cups. I took the nicest looking.