Once I’d polished off a huge full English and they’d cleaned the table and washed the pots I sat them down on the sofa to explain what I wanted th...em to do.“Ok today were going to play a little game, or should I say you two will being playing a little game”They both sat naked staring up at me with blank expressions on their faces.“I saw a poster advertising the race for life yesterday and it gave me an idea for a little game that I could have you both play for my entertainment”Still they looked. I ran my fingers through all the slippery warm wet spunk that was oozing from her engorged cunt lips, running down her thighs and wetting her dark brown stocking welts. I could smell the musky smell of another mans spunk and licked my finger to get a taste of it.Sue must have been right when she said Graham wasn't getting much sex at home as judging by the amount that was now oozing down her thighs there must have been a good weeks supply there. She was quite nervous about how I would react but. "Well hello there Slick. How you doin?" Not bad Dickie and about to get better." I prefer Rich. I grew out of 'Dickie' a long time ago." Yeah? Well you will always be Dickie to me." So what's up Slick?" Payback Dickie." What you gonna do Slick, beat me with a baseball bat while I'm tied to a chair?" No Dickie, what I have in mind is a two part program. I'm going to ruin your life and then I'm going to cripple you so you will spend the rest of your life in a wheel chair. We start with a little. She started to sob, which Mrs. Denver took as her acceptance of the punishment. “I hope you learn from this Mrs. Howe, I really do,” as she went to the cupboard and took out a senior cane. She swished it a couple of times as she walked back to Mrs. Howe, took her position, legs apart, one arm behind her back for balance, business like, knowing she only canes to hurt, to teach, to give a lesson to be remembered. Mrs. Howe waited, listening to Mrs. Denver’s footsteps, whilst at the same time.