Try it? Try it? It’s the cane girl. It isn’t a toy. It hurts.“Bend over then” Zoe ordered, and Susie cool as anything went over to a chair and...bent over, grabbing its sides. Zoe took the cane, stood by her mother, and tapped her bottom a couple of times.“Of course Mum three strokes isn’t really much of a try, so why don’t I just give you six.”Susie scrunched her face up. Maybe three strokes sounded easy, but I sure knew six was something else. I kept wanting to say to Susie to beg Zoe not to. Joe has a great and powerful dislike of anything that might encourage riff-raff to hang out in his place. That's one of the main reasons he refuses to serve any of the Budweiser or Miller beer brand products in his saloon. "Draws riff-raff like flies!" he always says.Everything on tap is either locally brewed or comes from a regional microbrewery that meets Joe's exacting beer snob standards. There is a slightly wider selection of semi-obscure national and imported bottled beers, but most folks. Five foot six inch tall blonde with a fantastic body, she was a wealthy dentist's wife. Dex had bedded her himself for about two months before he turned her out. It had really pissed him off when some john messed her up so bad that he couldn't use her anymore. Dex made sure that the guy would spend at least a couple of months in the hospital and that his ball player days were a thing of the past. He'd be lucky to score a sportscaster's job. Then Dex had three of his friends fuck the guys wife.. Eventually moving your mouth down a little more with each stroke, until you're taking in about half of him. He's pushing on the floorboard from the desire for more. You take you hand away and take his cock to the base. Your hair tickling his belly on each down stroke. Your tongue searching every bit of him. Moments later you can feel his body tensing, and his shaft swelling. Knowing that he's going to cum soon. Your tongue can feel his veins down the length of him, and his heart pounding.