Reflexively, her sweet bubble butt clenched around the tube. I slipped an arm between her cheeks, allowing my hand to cup and squeeze her mound.It too... a few moments but eventually with a long deep sigh Abi relaxed and I slipped the full length of the tube into her ass, the red bulb nestled snugly between her cheeks.“Abi does that feel ok?”“Mmm, it feels warm against my skin,” she murmured in response.“Okay, I’m going to squeeze the bulb gently now and ever so slowly fill you with the warm. In front of the class. Right now. Exciting, isn't it?Although I was well used to the cane (did a lot of self-caning at home) but it was still a bit more painful when someone else did it. He started without too much explanation and I endured the first few strokes very well. By the 8th stroke I was crying out with each stroke. When he reached 14 I was crying.But don't get me wrong now. Even though I was in pain from the canning I still enjoyed it. And I enjoyed it a lot. It I didn't had a tampon. ” “Hon, I’m just happy to see you here at all!” We enjoyed out meal and snuggled together on cool crisp sheets. I could see that Rosalind was physically exhausted from her travels. We’d discussed this possibility beforehand. We’re not young kids with boundless energy. Rosalind was 58 when we met and I, 62. The last thing either of us wanted for our memories of our first time together is that it would be rushed or done in exhaustion. Transatlantic travel is still a pretty grueling experience in. ”The men looked grimly at him. He continued, “The Afghans are tough fighters, but they have never fought a real battle against Gurkhas before. We will make sure that, after this battle, they will never want to meet them again.” The smiles on their faces looked more like snarls of pleasure.He moved his position to the centre of the line and placed a rocket rest firmly into the ground at a slight angle. The Havildar and six men along the line did the same. They had divided the rockets and.