It was perfect execution. I walk out the bathroom only to see her walking out not too much longer after me, so I know she read it. Eventually after a ...while she left the restaurant.A couple days go by and on Tuesday afternoon I get a text asking if it’s me from the restaurant. I asked who is this? She text back letting me know her name – Jane, and with a picture. We text back and forth for about 15 minutes then she decides to calls me. We make small talk for a little minute then I had to go so. Jaclyn spotted the teapot on the stove that she'd been served from five days earlier.The kitchen was clean and tidy, and not a sign of anyone's presence. Dylan and Jaclyn quietly edged their was into the room, and shut the door behind them."We should look for the basement," Dylan whispered. Jaclyn nodded in agreement. She noticed a doorway just outside the kitchen, and quietly opened it. The door led to a cleaning closet, and nothing more. Jaclyn quietly shut the door and tiptoed out of the. The women were relentless, each applying every stroke of the cutting cane with all the strength they could muster, thinking of the life of demure servanthood they had been led by husbands, and spurred on by the thought of a whole afternoon of dominating Hammond all to themselves.The sweet song of the cane quickly reduced him to tears, the stinging strokes making him cry like a small child, Hortense thoroughly enjoying his torment as he blubbed into her wet cunt. As he writhed in pain he began. “Mpppgghhhhh…” I moaned, desperately trying to breathe.“Just relax, you little cunt, you’ll get used to it”. He reached down with one hand to slap my ass and my body jerked forward, seating him even more deeply in my throat. He pulled out and I gasped and coughed as he swiftly shoved it all the way back in. For what seemed like hours, he mercilessly fucked my throat, giving me just enough time to gasp for air. After a time I could take it all the way into my mouth without choking and I could.