The caning stopped suddenly, and a split second later the stroking stopped as well. He was both relieved because the caning had stopped, and frustrate...d because the stroking had stopped. He then felt a pair of hands stroking his raw, red-striped thighs, and they moved slowly inward until they were stroking right between his ass cheeks. That was like adding insult to injury. Not only did they torture him physically, but they were also taking liberties with his body like some cheap whore, playing. It was one of those warm and fuzzy moments where the outside world did not exist. Inside, we all were enjoying the pleasure of the moment. Marti stood first and stepped out of her tights, now wearing only her tank top and heels. The back gurl disappeared but shorty returned with a bottle of wine. She sat back on the ample sofa after giving us refills and we all took in the scenery.People walked around in various stages of undress. Others continued fucking and sucking. I introduced myself to the. She can take a lot more current if you like." Daisy heard the eager edge to Donna's voice, knew it was exciting her to even contemplate pushing up the voltage."You're sick, just like Peter said," Doctor G sneered. "No, this is just fine." He leaned over and looked at Daisy. "How are you? Can you hear me? Do you know what I'm saying?" Yes, Sir," Daisy replied."She can still answer," the Doctor said, amused. "I don't know where Peter finds them." He looked at Donna, then at Daisy again. "I wonder. . you say?" Detective Archer muttered, more to himself than to the suspect, who was cheerfully seated on the other side of the table and being enthusiastically cooperative. He was also quite barking mad, a sick but dangerous preditor who had kidnapped, raped and murdered at least two dozen young women over many years. This case was going to earn him a citation and maybe even a promotion."Oh, Yes, yes, yes, indeed! They all had a fascinating way about them; that certain gaze in their eye! They.