"You really have yourself worked up into a tizzy, Laurie." Yes, Sir." The barely clothed one sensed how dependent he was on theother.They went to the...spacious den, where Arnold had an impressive dry bar,with glass shelves behind it, on which was lined up a collection ofbottles. He gestured for Willy to occupy one of the stools, even holdinghis elbow while he mounted it. That big backside swelled out over theedges of the round seat. Arnold gave the excess pounds a pat, let hishand linger. Blindly, she combs the treasure chest with her free hand for the tiny clit vibrator. Finding it, she desperately switches it on and holds the pulsating tendrils against her pleasure button. Sensations build and spill over, cascading down her body in trembling, exhilarating waves of pleasure.She holds the vibrator to her clit, keeping it locked against herself, the pulses conducting themselves to the teeth of the metal clamp, sending the deepest vibrations thrumming through her. Her moans are. I pulled my heels on and was ready. Betsy wore garters, hose, thong panties and bra, all black. She pulled on a dress also, though hers was much shorter but also made of a think material. Pulling on her heels we made a final check in the mirror and went back out to join the guys. "Were in the world have you two been?" Hal yelled as he laughed. "Then noticing our total change in clothing he gave a wolf whistle before complimenting us, "Wow, it was worth the wait!" I walked over to Hal and put. Was it not an exceedingly strange, almost bizarre practice, this inflicting of painful bruises upon a young woman's posterior? Who had first thought of doing it, and how had the practice become so well established? As he puzzled over this question, he walked over to his second-floor window and, flexing the cane between his two hands, stood staring at the courtyard below, full of scurrying girls. Suddenly he saw the girl he had just caned, walking rather slowly across the courtyard, hands.