I felt myself starting to get hard again! I couldn't believe it, I was getting ass-****d and this was making my dick hard?Still laying on me, she arch...ed her back to pull her cock out slightly, then thrust it back in slowly. She kept doing this, and it was starting to feel good to me! I was getting butt-fucked by a shemale, and I was liking it! Hell, I was starting to love it! She started to moan, and began to pump my butt a little faster. She kept this up for a while, telling me how good it. She was game for any torture that they could do to that little prick Timur.Timur sighed after a while so far every avenue he’d explored had turned up nothing. Nodding his head he decided it was time to take this to a higher level, one he always liked to go to.Ruslan recognized the look on Timur’s face. Good the man was starting to get more than serious about this.In an abandoned warehouse on the very outskirts of Washington a short haired blonde sneered when she hung up the phone. So that. For example I loved my breakfast sandwiches, pancakes and waffles come to mind as well.I knew I had to keep my personal life far separated from my professional life. My personal life style was far removed from my profession and never the twain shall meet, was my motto. Having to justify how I lived my personal life, with the expectations of the community I served, would be a huge problem and major disappointment to the people I served.Later that evening I got a phone call from one of the people. Pam was standing there in a silk dressing gown. On the bed were two vintage canes.“Here they are, aren’t they fine specimens!”She handed one to Kate. It made her tingle.“I only ever saw one on my headmistress’s desk after she had caned my friend. This feels so springy!”Pam watched at Kate handled the cane and flexed it.“Would you like to take that caning you missed all those years ago?”Kate’s knees almost folded.“Oh, yes, yes, please.”Pam took the cane. “Place this pillow over that chair back”.