Smacks, 16, 17, 18, 19 followed and then some more playing with her clit.I looked down and saw her tits had fallen out of her top as she’d been lean...ng over. I gently played with her nipples which sprung taught from my touch. I then delivered, as hard as I could, smacks 20, 21, 22 and 23. Carol had been good and had counted each smack and thanked me properly for each. I told Carol I was pleased with her and that she could now stand up. She carefully did so ensuring that her knickers didn’t fall. When Lynne was there, Dr. Donovan ignored her and wouldn't even acknowledge the fact that she was interested in my well-being.When Lynne was gone I got anecdotes of living with a cop or playing full contact football with no pads as a kid. She acted as if Lynne wasn't in the picture at all.One day Lynne wasn't there. "Did I run her off?" She asked."No," I replied, "she had to check in at work."I thought I heard her say "Damn" under her breath.Rob and Sybil, two of my favorite people and best. A firm, thick, perky, fresh, penis, was pointing directly at her. "Young and yummy,” she whispered to herself. Its dark mushroomed head alternately revealed and covered, as he stroked the flexible, but tight foreskin, steadily up and down. Jonathan's eyes were closed and he seemed a long way off. His slim, taut, forearms flexed as he stroked and concentrated. 'College boy cock, has never looked so fine,' thought Dorothy. She knew she shouldn’t, but she could not resist staring. Looking. I focus and slow my breathing as she whispers words of praise into my ear. "You're doing very well. I'm so very proud of you. Back with me, my beautiful creature?" I nod and feel her tapping the clothespins one after the other. "Time for these to come off. One." She removes the first one and the pain floods the spot where it was as the blood rushes back into the compressed capillaries. "Two. Three. Four..." she counts, releasing some, pulling others off without opening them. When they are all.