“Say babe, if this is too great a strain then you can just walk away even though I know how much you like taking risks,” I said. “No matter what... you decide I’ll support you but in the end it’s up to you.”Decisions, decisions, that’s the rub; Play it safe or enjoy the thrilling ride.Needless to say when we arrived at the party she was full of sexual tension. That would be an understatement because when I put my hand on her leg I thought Jean was going to hit her head on the car’s roof she jumped. Cindy put her arms out to stop the others from following Ashley. ‘I’ll make sure she’s okay,’ she said. They reappeared a few minutes later with Ashley sans bottoms. Cindy steadied her going up the open staircase. ‘Ashley’s going to bed, I’ll be right back down,’ she called down to the staring group. When Cindy came back down, she was hounded for information, but she just said that Ashley was drunk, obviously, and that’s why she was so confused. She urged them to enjoy the rest of the party. *. Who knows?After I left school and started at Balloil College, part of Oxford University, I thought my days of cowering before women were over, but I couldn’t get over my memories of the canings. It was remarkable?.I had a nice allowance, and began seeing a professional dominatrix, Moira, and got caned regularly, twice a week, either at her place or in my rooms.Moira was the first girl to teach me about cock and ball torture. She explained to me that cock caning would take my mind off of sex so. For a brief moment I was in a dream, for they both looked so hot, tammy had the best portioned breast, while he had this slight bulge in his pants. We exchanged all the greetings that we all knew, in an aid to seem polite, as we all deep down had been satisfied by the sight of each other, an instantly wanted to start, focking and sucking. After arriving at their home, tammy had to leave for work, as she was a nurse, lucky for me she was working the night shift that weekend. So I showered and.