” And I turned to leave. “Hey,” he said. “Class was over kinda quick. And I am still rock hard. I bet you didn’t finish what you started ei...her.” He was right. I hadn’t. Class had ended abruptly and we were out the door to this encounter. The hallway was no completely empty as was the class from which we had just exited. “Uhhh, no, I didn’t. But I don’t think we can do….” “Well, it sure tasted good. How about if I just finish you off real quick and take care of myself. Here inside. I’ll. I pay particular attention to her ass. Then I work on her back until it's a mass of horizontal painful welts. Her screams get louder and her begging more intense. "Please massa, stop massa. Oh it hurts, I can't stand it. I be good. I do what you want." I ignore her. I am not done reinvigorating my cock using the sounds of her screams. I move to her front and work on her tits. Over and over I swing the cane as hard as I can assuring that the outer three inches of the cane-the part traveling the. "I said 'kiss' not 'snog' said Betty loudly.They both parted with big smiles.Betty bent over him and gave him a kiss. "Nothing much wrong with you, my boy," she smiled at him. "Now, are you going to pour me a nice, big gin after all I've done for you?" Yes, Betty, my dear. Of course."Wendy immediately moved forward to pull him to his feet."No, Wendy dear," he smiled at her. "I've got to learn to do things on my own."He grasped the arms of the chair and pushed himself up."There!" he said. At that point, there was no getting out of it."Yeah, over in the Rollingwood area. Where do you live?" I asked her."I live over in Montopolis, on the other side of town." We laughed and added one more thing we had in common – we both lived in Austin no more than ten miles from each other!As I stood there a few tables away watching her, I noticed she was fidgeting and looking around almost paranoid. She kept playing with a rather large diamond ring on her finger and then willing herself to leave.