She was crying openly now and deep sobs wracked her body. However, each time, she again bent low, arched her back and thrust her bottom back for the n...xt cruel stroke of the ravaging cane. It seemed as though each time she bent even lower, moving her knees out to the edge of the chair so that she could bend even deeper. Her vagina lips were now opened to show her moist pink interior and her puckered anus seemingly winked out at us. When she had received all dozen strokes, Ahmed placed the cane. He wasn’t wearing gloves but I was trying really, really hard not to notice it. “I mean, it’s not like I could be hiding a baggie full of anthrax in my sleeves right now. You know, because I don’t have any sleeves.”“Just being thorough,” he said and slid his fingertips into the hollows underneath my arms. I inhaled sharply at the ticklish sensation and at the thought that he must be feeling the small damp patches there, on my skin and on the seams of my T-shirt. I wasn’t an excessively sweaty. ”“Not unless the protective spells on your family’s home were meant to protect more than just you,” Rho said.I looked at her. “Wait, you think someone was actively looking for dad all that time after Hayden’s death and couldn’t find him because of the protective spells on the house?”She nodded. “If that person knew your father had a history with Hayden, then yes.”I shook my head. “There are only two reasons anyone would be looking for Dad after they killed Hayden.”Rho didn’t respond because Dr.. She said it was fun because it felt good. "Oh, baby, I love it when you play in my hair!" I joked, acting like I was in one of those corny Pantene shampoo ads. She laughed and lay down on the bed. I lay down right next her and started stroking her stomach."You a funny ass dude." She commented, still stroking my hair."I always strive to make you laugh. Because you deserve it, babe." I lowered my head down and kissed her."You've got soft lips," I told her, as I continued stroking her stomach. She.