Remember a nice, relaxed bottom.”I swished the cane a couple of times, which does not help if you are trying to relax your bottom. Anyone who has ev...er been caned knows the delicious feeling of fear, anticipation, and dread waiting for the first stroke of a caning. Your bottom, especially if naked, feels so very vulnerable and exposed. There is no feeling like it. I had no intention of really hurting Jane; the caning was in roleplay and she had come to me for an experience. The experience she. The reason was obvious. They had all participated in the rape of Debbie and saw Jennifer as the sequel."Here, little Missy Hollywood!" laughed one of the men as he threw a bar of soap at Jennifer.She reached for it, but the inherent slippiness caused it to squirt out of her hands. Instinctively she bent down to pick it up."Man! Look at those bags o' milk!" This is sick!" announced Jennifer, shaking with indignation and not a little fear, "This is just some depraved titillation for you all!" Yo. I looked all impressed by him and his plane. He asked if I'd like to sit in it."She smiled. "I climbed in the cockpit and the pilot followed me up, Don't touch anything, he said. And I said, pointing at a switch, What does this do? ... one after another the guy told me what every switch did, what every gauge was for, how to start it, what weirdnesses it had ... everything. Then he got to the place where he said, Let me show you and he started it. I just took off."Vee said. "He was jumping up. A second option presented itself: The kitchen doorway? I could straddle the wall either side and press back against the jamb. Excited, I dropped to my knees and gave the position a try. It worked perfectly, except my head hit the doorway on the other side when I mimed drawing myself off the dildo, making me laugh. It felt good to laugh.I trembled, opening the blister pack. I reminded myself—unnecessarily—that I had been given this by party unknown, for the express purpose of humiliating myself.