"The corner is already packed with their group of friends and not everyone is here yet. There's an empty armchair in the back still open."That's okay,... man, we'll share," you say to Greg nonchalantly as you toss your coat on the chair, "Won't we, babe?" You give my ass a playful swat and wink at me. Greg watches us. I smirk as you pull me down into your lap. The chair is deep and roomy with high sides, made of some really worn leather. Even with your long legs and my wide hips there's room for. ‘Not bad,’ I thought to myself not realizing I must have had some doubts, after all she does piss out of there doesn’t she? Anyway after that first pass of the tongue I decided to do it again but this time I pressed a little harder. That time as I pressed in I got past the hair and tasted something soft. Now that got my attention so I really dug in and probed some more. This time I pushed my tongue in and roamed around. The more I roamed around the less she fought. Interesting! So I roamed and. I should have just kept on pedaling when I saw them, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. The geek just looked too much like one of my doctors from the farm. He also had those dancing eyes that have always melted my heart, Terror is a compelling motivating force for me, even if it is someone else's terror.The younger men who surrounded him didn't seem to want anything more than to bully him. I could have called the cops, who would have done nothing, or I could have pedaled on by and done. Cataclysmic fire stung a vast burning band on her caned bottom. She panted, hard, overwhelmed by the savage heat. Offering no respite, the strap crashed into her exposed cheeks, packing heat lower. Where the strokes overlapped, tortuous fire burned. Her heel flicked off the floor towards her bum. It failed to ease her pain. Snapping her other heal, she gave up, letting her bare bottom burn as she sucked up her suffering.“It hurts to be disobedient, Clare. I'm pleased you're feeling it,” Miss.