They moved along, each one watching for signs of a diverging trail on his side of the road. They had ridden about three miles when Sean said, "It look... to me like a hoss left the road here. Was this the one?" Yeah, that's the right shoes. Maybe we kin move a little faster, now."They left the main road and picked up speed as they followed the only tracks on this section of trail. Ezra commented, "We may be lucky with this one. Look, this trail looks like it swings back toward Anderson." Yeah,. Miss Priscilla, being the rather cruel woman that she is took rather a long tie selecting her weapon. Every cane from her rack was tried for size, heft and sound as she made practice lunges likek a swordswoman. Finally she selected a medoum weight, rather long straight cane. She took up her stance behind the boy. No practice lunges now - the first stroke bit right in and the boy screamed.I knew it was not use to scream and beg for mercy. Miss Priscilla thrived on the pain of boys. So he might. Within seconds of this her saliva began to dribble from the sides of her mouth and drip down her chin before splashing on to her tits.Next he spread her knees and attached an eighteen-inch spreader bar between them preventing Charlady from closing her legs or hiding her clit and its ring. Finally he attached the vibrating nipple clamps but not to her nipples as one would expect but to the right sided cunt lip and the other to the very base of her clit ring, tucking the power controller in. The neighbors in the apartment complex were wonderful. We were both reluctant to move into such a housing area because we enjoy our privacy and knew that apartments were hotbeds of neighbor discontent due to parties and loud noises. This apartment on the other hand was quiet and all of the neighbors seemed to be older and more mature. This was a great temporary place for us to live. One of the neighbors, this story is about him, is a man named Kevin, who lived in the unit next to ours. Kevin.