.. from him... from my pathetic husband.Tool. Fool. He couldn't see my scorn.I kept my cane in one hand and navigated myself up to sit against thehead...board of the bed, my legs spread, my free hand pulling his headbetween my legs. I unstrapped the gag."Lick me now, you flaming faggot!" I caned him as he began. I tried tomatch my caning and his licking stroke for stroke. It soon felt good tome."Seven!" I groaned with pleasure. I lost track of my caning strokes soI hurriedly caned him with renewed. The next song was slower yet, and I asked Brea to dance with me. I told her I'd lead and we started dancing at a safe distance, but got closer until I was bumping and grinding my pelvis into hers. Only a girl interested in girls would stand for that, other girls would want to leave. Brea didn't even try to leave. Instead, she held me close and breathed heavily in my ear. I put my hands on her butt cheeks and pulled her close, doing some dirty dancing, sliding my crotch up and down her leg.. Her boobs started to expand, maybe she came to the age or sucking worked. Anyways she was happy. She asked me what I want in return. I thought for a moment and decided to ask for sex. But she might not allow. So I said “As you girls value boob size, we boys value dick size. I have been trying to make it large, but maybe sucking will work. I can’t suck myself so you have to help”. She was disgusted to hear that but she agreed. From that day onward before sleep, I suck her boobs and she gives me. Breakfast had been a busy affair, with the hotel dining room crowded and shockingly noisy, even to me. I guess I was becoming more sensitive to such things. I could tell that Sally was a bundle of nerves, out here in The World with no protection except for Brian Connor, Rescue Boy."You'll get used to it," I kept telling her. "It's new to you now, and weird, but it'll start feeling natural after awhile."The food was good. That helped. This young woman was trim and fit, but, boy, she could put it.