This was always a fun game to play. "I'm going to whip you five times with one of these toys. After I'm done, you're going to guess which one I used o...n you and if you guess right, I'll move on to the next but if you guess wrong, I'll have to repeat it and I'll add...um...I don't know, how about an extra five each time. Does that sound fair?" What? No please there's no way I can tell the difference between them." Of course you can. You know cunt, your problem is that you don't believe in. Walking back into the store, he cleared his throat and said, “Excuse me, Miss but I could not reach her. I will… be… ah…. glad to show… you the… new line.”Sassie turned around from browsing through a stack of simply designed lingerie and was ready to tell Jackson that she would come back at three, but seeing the blush covering his face, she changed her mind. She was called Sassie for a reason.“Sure, Jackson, but please call me Sassie, not Miss. After all, we are pretty much the same age. How. I could sense her enjoyment at the thought of what I was offering her. “Oh my, lovely…” she replied as the first crack of the cane echoed throughout the room. I yelled with the impact of the sudden contact, then the pain registered in my brain, and then the slow haze of heat spread outwards. I could feel the heat cause my buttocks to glow, pulsing and throbbing. I kept wondering when... When would the next one strike. Eliza was playing with my mind. I knew the next strike was coming and I was. I was amazed, yet shocked, I had no idea just how sheer that panty was, as a teen I loved sliding it across my cock and then jerk like a mad man and pump my seed into it. I had never really inspected it for the almost transparent look of it.Her red bush showed through the yellow fabric and looked almost orange with the play of the lemon yellow panty fabric. “WOW,” I said, “How did I not know how sheer that panty was?”“I love that it still fits, this panty has got to be almost 10 years old,” she.