Oh watching the k**s, huh? No ma'am, she's one of the high school girls. You see, my wife is still in high school and we just got married tonight. ...Yikes, they would've had me thrown out. I stopped on the way home and bought all of the flowers that would fit in my car, then went home and brought all the stuff in, setting it up and arranging it for her. I stopped in her bathroom where I saw she had folded her school uniform neatly and then set her black patent leather school shoes next to. And because of that, she would feel the sting of the lash on hernaked body, and the stroke of the cane on her naked butt. By the end ofthe day, there would be so many welts on her, that you would not be able totell how many strokes she received. And what is even worse, is that of allpeople to apply those strokes, it would be Ray doing it. She recalled howshe moved out while he was at work, and cleaned out the apartment ofeverything, leaving him nothing. He came home to a bare floor that. It’s your typical afternoon here: nannies are here with their kids, a few guys playing catch football and, of course, the joggers, walkers and runners are in full swing. Even though I’m here watching others, I have this odd sense someone else is watching me. I’ve had this feeling for about two weeks now. I am here every day at the same time and it’s weird to suddenly get this feeling now. I don’t feel like it’s a bad thing, just an odd thing. Does that even make sense? I check around and it. You like it right?”She adjusted herself against my mouth and let me pull her flesh into my mouth. I again started licking and sucking her now dry boobies. It helped my cock grow in my palms as my palms did its fondling. Her palm increased the pace over my palm and it stroked my skin roughly.I tried holding it for some time but she knew how to please me. She let my mouth wander over her flesh and brushed my hair lovingly. My cock stood erect to its maximum extent and it was time for its release..