His cock boned in the need to spurt as she flexed the cane in her gloved hands.“Wade Chalmers, you have been caught with an accomplice, under suspic...ion of spying. You will receive a judicial caning of 30 strokes, and then you’ll tell me everything you know about your colleague!” Wade’s fear took control of him; he’d never received more than around eight strokes at any one time from her, the spite in which having been enough to have him show his tears to the delight of studio staff filming his. I pulled my other hand from my wet mound. It was dripping wet. I couldn't help it, I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked on them, tasting every drop. It was so good, lust shot through my body and to mound. I rushed both my hands to my breasts and squeezed and pulled. I sat up and tugged my shirt up over my body, my breasts popping out from underneath and lightly bouncing. I threw my shirt over to the wall. I could still feel liquid running down my pussy and ass. I must have been soaking his. She turned away from them and started unbuttoning her blouse.When Anne reached behind herself to unfasten her bra, she felt one of the girl's hands had already started the job. Anne felt herself blush, murmured, "Thank you," and slipped the green shift over her head. It was scandalously short. She unzipped her skirt and pushed it down. She wanted to leave her panties in place, but she had been wearing them for three days, rinsing them out every night. They were a scandal. These girls might be. Then with a roar the man who'd first accosted Igwanda leaped forward, followed by his companion.It was over in a matter of seconds. One of the men was on his knees on the concrete apron clutching his groin, unable to utter a sound; the other lay unconscious half on top of the still-insensible giant, his right arm extended at an unnatural angle. Igwanda, untouched, simply shook his head over them."Very impressive," came a soft voice. Without haste Igwanda turned to the source of the voice, a.