.... The dog was whinning anxiously wagging his tail, looking up at his new Master.They both could smell the heat from between her legs, see it gliste...ing onher inner thighs. " Would you like the filthy mess between your legs cleaned up"?. " Ithink, the crop would hurt so much more, on your ass and cunt, if it stayswet". she nodded vigorously, biting her lip, to embarrassed to even muttera word. He let go of the dogs collar, and watched as he dove into her hot soakedcunt, pushing her a little. Will this old short-winded, but tasty tall hairy hippie be trashing our bums till they turn from red to purple, or would he use some machine? No time to wonder or ask questions, as he offers each an arm and first walks them fifty meters to a weed-window, where he buys a bag of five grams Albanian organic weed and some smaller bags of greenhouse grown specialties with weird names like "Amnesia, Northern Light, Purple Haze". Next step is some more steps back in the direction, where they just came. Fruity. Jasmine. Candles. I make my way to the bedroom. I can hear giggling. I peek in, not letting my presence be known. On the bed is a dark haired woman; she doesn't look familiar to me. She is bound by the wrists to the headboard. A position I know well. She's been drizzled with whipped cream and chocolate and caramel. Tuesdae kneels naked beside her, slowly licking the sweet concoction from her body. With every touch of her tongue the woman lets out another giggle and squirms in delight. A. It had been the severest thrashing Mike ever witnessed.Mike thought to himself that Melissa had not been so brave now she experienced what a caning entailed. When her thrashing finished she'd been a total wreck and blew on her palms and rubbed them together, trying to relieve the intense pain. He knew she would never be blase about the cane again.He felt sorry for her but at the same time became aroused at the sight of Melissa holding her hands out and watching the cane striking those lovely.