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The fourth stroke was different, it only landed on my right cheek, but the flexibility of the cane made it bend and the end of it hit my pussy. Talk about pain. My scream sounded as if it would wake up the whole neighbourhood. The last 2 were slightly worse as Jon adjusted his aim so that these last 2 hit my clit, which always sticks out between my pussy lips. He stopped after 6. It took the best part of ten minutes for me to come down from my pain-induced high. I remained almost motionless throughout the orgasm, save for an occasional ‘twitch’ of my strip thighs or abdomen as the after-shocks diminished in intensity. That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I thought it would never stop. My butt was still tingling when Jon came back in and asked me if I was alright. He then untied me and told me to have a shower and shave. 30 minutes later, I went downstairs (still naked) and found him reading the Sunday papers. I casting sat (slowly) opposite him with my legs slightly apart, waiting for him to look at me. After a while he put down the paper and said that we were going for an early lunch before the final part of the interview, and then me going home. This time I had to wear the only dress that I had with me. It was one that buttoned all the way down the front, again, no bra or knickers, and the embarrassing thing was that he would only let me fasten the buttons down to just above my pussy. We went to a Chinese that did a self-service Sunday lunch. Very nice food and only a problem when I had to walk around without my coat on. Every time I put one leg in front of the other the dress opened at the front and I got a draught on my pussy. Nice feeling, but if anyone was looking ........... When we got back to Jon’s place we went into the lounge and we sat opposite each other. I deliberately kept my legs apart, and with that dress he should be able to see all my stomach as well as my pussy. I was beginning to think that I was going to be unlucky and that Jon wasn’t going to fuck me. My pussy really wanted his dick inside it. Anyway, Jon started by asking me what my verdict was on the job, was it what I expected and did I still want it. He said that I had managed to survive the punishments that he had administered quite well, and even looked as if I were enjoying it at times. “It was more pain than I’d ever experienced, but yes, I did enjoy it”. I said. “In fact I had enjoyed the weekend so blowjob much that I wanted the job”. Jon said that he wasn’t going to accept an answer at that time, but that I was to go home and telephone him with my answer on the following Tuesday evening. If the answer was ‘yes’, then he would come to Wales the next Saturday and collect me and my belongings. There were just 3 more things that I had blonde to do before Jon took me to the bus station. Firstly, I had to get myself ready for home, minus all my underwear, that I was to leave there. Secondly, I had to insert Ben and leave them there until I got home; and thirdly, cumshot he gave me a pen and a notebook. I was to write a Journal starting with my childhood spanking experiences. “Hang on a minute,” George said; “I’ll just have a blowjob word with my boss and check that it’s okay.” Before long, she practically skipped off towards the living room. Stan moved up further on the bed and then he went between her legs and put his manhood up against her pussy, just barely touching it and then he kissed her gently, deeply. Deb screamed in joy at the sight of the chair coming toward her. “I always like your taste” she said and caught the drip on her chin with a finger and sucked it off. “I don’t like the thought of being on my own.” I said blonde shyly. Frank's cock started going soft and slipped from her pussy followed by a stream of her juices and his cum making a large wet spot on the covers of the bed. I would remember the size of it…I couldn’t wait to find out. You’re not my husband. cumshot She felt tingles in her loins and did not doubt her casting nipples were very hard below the sports bra. “Master! Her round breasts jiggled in the tight, pink blouse she wore. We started moving our hips and she moaned loudly. I watched my sister’s cheeks turn pink as she hinted she may have done more than necking “What do you mean you’re not strip sure?”