She said it stung but she didn't cry. She enjoyed telling me Jane cried even though she had been caned before because I had been out with her.It was a... Monday, a day we will remember forever for many reasons and one we talk about today.Debbie, now my wife, had a maths test the next day and, unusually for her, was struggling with it.She was in the year below me so I showed her how to do do a crib sheet and showed her how to hide it.She was unsure at first as, if she was caught, she knew the. She usually wore thigh length shorts when I massaged her (&when we fooled around). However with her sore hamstring, the pain was going right up to her ass cheek. I asked her if she wanted to take off her shorts so I could rub higher, she didn't look at me or acknowledge my question but raised her hips and slide her shorts down her legs and I then pulled them off. She was wearing a thong, I was incredibly turned on (we hadn't had our usual session first because of her sore hamstring) but I told. What was once a t-shirt is now nothing more than a collection of dirt, loose pieces of fabric and holes, only barely able to hang from his shoulders like a discarded old towel.There's a big tear across the backside and holes all over the front, leaving much of him exposed to the elements.He's wearing a scraggy coat over his t-shirt. It's far too big and stained with who knows what, but at least it helps him stay relatively dry, even if only for a little.His pants are in terrible shape as well.. “I guess sorry is kinda fucked up but I had to do what they said!” My black contact stood in a red tracksuit as I looked back down waiting for my handler, he will come back?Dragged to my feet I was marched along off the road and when we found a spot I was de-collared, he had the keys and my cuffs removed. He threw them but I picked them up until he slapped my face and threw them very far! “Wake the fuck up, their gone, finished, we’re free!”My tracksuit was ironically pink as were the panties.