”“I understand Miss, I deserve it and by the way, I like your bottom too,” I replied. Karen chuckled, presumably at this compliment. “Right To...bias, twelve strokes of the cane and if, when your caning is complete, you display even so much as a hint of an erection, I'm going to make you fuck me. Is that clear?”I enjoyed Karen's humour and nodded my head, “Yes, Miss, perfectly clear.” As the first stroke landed across the centre of my bottom, I gasped as its full ignition exploded in my bottom.. I actually felt quiteproud of my body at that moment.But I still needed to get by them and to my clothes. Fora nanosecond I had considered taking them up on theiroffer of staying naked for them all day, but I wasn’tready for THAT kind of extended exposure. I think we-especially I-had had just about enough.Although they blocked the doorway to the family room,there was probably still a good eight to ten inchesbetween their shoulders. It would be a tight foot, but Icould squeeze through if I. I brought my hands to meet hers. I pulled her sexy wet blue thong down over her warm thighs. Just over her knees and down her long legs. I arched myself to drop it off into the grass behind me.She stuck her index finger in her tight pussy. She started to play with her labia. She was doing circles around it. I watched as she looked at me. I was inches from her pussy with my eager mouth. "God! Stop teasing me...Ohhhhh! Mmmmmm..." she said. I moved my tongue to touch her finger. She stopped when. It’ll have to be me and Silver Stallion for the sex.’ ‘Susan, are you sure, I think you’re just setting yourself up for frustration and heartbreak.’ ‘Maybe Carol, but he’s the first man in my life that really talks to me, and understands me, and seems to really care about me, and I’m just not willing to give him up. Not for some asshole who just wants to get his hand up my skirt. Tell me Carol, is it true what they say, are all the really good men either gay or married?’ ‘Susan, I don’t know,.