Glancing in the mirror one more time, she went to let her sweetie in. Before she knew it, she was swept into his arms and giggling happily. They hugge...d, kissed, and laughed in a joyous reunion. She stepped back and brushed the tears from her eyes. ‘Let’s not give the neighbors too much to talk about on the first day here. Let’s get inside!’ she exclaimed with a huge smile on her face. She stepped back, allowing him to enter their new apartment. He had already seen it, since it had been he who. ‘It sure does!’ I answered. ‘Well since I like to always give you ‘six of the best’ with the cane, I will now give you four more strokes. Be sure and count them,’ my wife said. Tap, whistle, SPLAT! ‘Three, thank you, ma’am,’ I said. ‘I see you have him trained very well,’ Jane remarked. My wife kept caning me until I had my six strokes. At least, being secured down like I was, it made it so I wouldn’t get additional strokes for getting out of position. After the caning, Jane asked my wife, ‘So,. Then it set in on me, that ginormous dildo that she’d brought six months ago was as she said, “the perfect replica of Mike’s dick,” and to leave her alone with that would only make her want him more, possibly creating a false idea that he could fuck her better and longer than I could. I had to give her my all, even if I didn’t get that second nut.“Bring it on, show me what you got on that nasty little mind,” is all I said before she laid back and spread her legs wide open.She was creaming as. There are no men's clothesthere and there's no license with your name on it. None of theneighbors remember seeing the woman who lives there in the last fewdays, but one of them did see a man leaving her apartment around noontoday. Do you want to tell me why you are dressed in a ladies warm-upsuit that doesn't fit you and carrying Ms. Barker's purse?"I laughed to myself. I don't think my neighbors even knew what Ilooked like, but a man, him they remember. Figures. I thought aboutasking for.