Hannah turned.“It’s a work of art don’t you think?” he said.Hannah felt hot and went bright red.He continued. “Many visitors have an interes...t but the older ones who were caned specially like it. I doubt that a pretty girl like you has ever felt one.”Hannah was lost for words.“Um…well…it is fascinating…I mean...well…of course…you never actually use it…I mean” she mumbled.The young man did not let on that a lady volunteer aged 65 who had recently moved away had used it in the headmaster’s study. " "You don't like me anymore? Do you?" She was crying hard, her soft, salty tears running in pale lines down her face. To Jack they looked like the saliva trails of slugs. He looked away in disgust. The time had come for bitter honesty, he supposed. Looking deep into her pale green eyes he said, "No, I don't. I can't stand the sight of you anymore." She broke down. "Oh my GAWD," she screamed, "Oh my fucking Goddamn God." She moved towards him, her left hand thrown in front of her like a talon.. These two had potential. It was at about this point when Tom was once again tapping me lightly in the ribs. Apparently he had found somebody else as well. His nudges grew increasingly harder and I actually was annoyed. I turned quickly and was about to yell at him when I saw exactly why he was so anxious. There was a young couple actually crossing the room and starting to approach us. They were definitely attractive enough. In fact, it was the second time I had seen them this evening. I turned. I came out and asked if they would like some beers. They all just stood there staring at me. There were about 10 people there. Steve introduced me as his “serving slut” and told them that I would be happy to serve them in any way they wished. They each said they would like a beer, so I went into the kitchen to get them. When I came out, I was shocked. They had all taken their clothes off and most of them had their cocks in their hands. Steve said “Put the beers over there Jen, these guys need.