.There were speeches, we dined, table small-talk, more speeches, toasts, deserts, speeches, then drinking, mingling and dancing. I glanced around seve...ral times for Cynthia but didn’t see her once. Finally, curiosity got the better of me. Whilst Shelly was off dancing with some other guy and I was chatting to Margot, the bride’s mother, I hinted for an answer.“Oh, our dear Cynth,’ she acknowledged. “She’ll probably be in her apartment upstairs”.“There’s an upstairs? … and apartments?” I asked. He liked that! It felt nice, and he didn't really understand why the boys with balls thought that the same actions felt so much better, just because they could get hard. The only part he really disliked at all still was the one other surgery they did to him on his third week. They had done something to his butt; it felt all kind of weak back there ever since. He could hold his bowels, but sometimes it did seem like he was only just making it to the bathroom. He wasn't sure if it was the. There was some excited chatter when Lucy left the stage but when she returned a few minutes later there was a lull because the attention turned to Lucy. She had changed out of the tweed skirt that she had been wearing and now had on a pair of black slacks. She also had the cane in her hand.Her voice was now certainly cracking as she announced, "I will now bend over this table and take the caning, I believe that Mary is to deliver the first stroke," said Lucy who then turned and lay across the. The tingling in his nipples as they rubbed against the rough towel was driving him crazy, and the warmth, the wetness in his groin was even worse. He needed something, needed it very badly. He didn't know what, but he knew that it had something to do with Fred.Stan began to walk towards Fred, a smile, almost a leer on his face. His wide hips swayed as he walked, and his breasts pushed against the towel. "You want to see just how 'okay' I am. His hands went to the towel, the end twisted in.