”Then Robert said to Steve, pointedly, “Why aren’t you dressed?”Steve paused, then answered, “You guys took my clothes. Mind if I have them ...back?”Most of the guys laughed a little, then Robert spoke again: “We put your clothes in there for you. Didn’t you see them?”The guys were all grinning, staring at him.“Those aren’t my clothes in there,” said Steve, slowly. He felt their stares and wondered if he could get out of this mess. “Come on, “ he said. “Where're my clothes?”This time Brian spoke.. I found out that I was in love with that sweet ass of hers, that I was once thinking to be too big. Now, it was just right. Sunday she had to go to her parent's house so I went to a sports bar nearby to watch more football. All day my mind kept drifting back to her as I wondered how her day was and if she missed me as much as I missed her. After that weekend, we fell into a pattern of getting together one or two nights a week, and then most weekends we would spend at her place or mine. Then one. ?Aaaah!? Roger cried out when the first vicious strike cut into his buttocks. His erection quickly subsided and it became clear to those watching, our boss put considerable force behind the stroke and this continued for the whole two dozen by which time, Roger screamed with agony. I looked on with much fear and trepidation and wondered if I too would be caned but, notwithstanding the apprehension, I felt my vaginal juices start to flow and I suspected other girls and ladies in the audience had. I chuckled under my breath."It isn't funny," the woman said, very serious, smacking me on the belly. "You'd better get on your way. It'll be getting light pretty soon."I kissed her gently and thanked her as sincerely as I've ever thanked anyone. She walked me to the door, patted my shoulder and said, "Come back in one piece. I like most of the parts you've got just now."In her carriage house, I was checking my cinch strap when someone touched me on the back. I pulled Magda's thin knife from my.