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would leave Mandy in no doubt that her world was crumbling down around her. Mandy licked her teeth and got a renewed burst of 'that' taste as she replayed the video in her mind. She swallowed the taste like it was fresh from her client's cock. It was like she was reliving each and every cane stroke. She sucked in air between gritted teeth almost feeling that pain all over again as the cane landed, accurately, severely. Perfectly parallel strokes across both upper thighs, working upwards to the sweet spot. The sweet spot; that spot between where the delicate very upper thighs rolls into the buttock flesh. At the time of the caning, which lasted just minutes, each welt a very defined separate line across both thighs, but as time went on then the lines fading out, the flesh swelling and the whole caned area becoming one. Mandy relived those strokes, all twelve of them one after the other. Yes they hurt. She cried. But he wanted that. He wanted her to cry. The very specific, minute fetishes of an ultra pervert. Perfect cane welts across virgin flesh, in his own mind. One might think that he would have done other things with Mandy first. Dirty things. But no; it was like he had to reduce her to tears first. Punish her for what she was GOING to do rather than what she HAD done. He wanted to do those things to her whilst she was suffering the effects of the caning. Mandy was the perfect Latex Schoolgirl. She knew the act she had to play and she played it to perfection. Yes it hurt, but she had built up some resistance and some 'enjoyment' of the pain. She actually looked forward to meeting this client which added to her guilt and shame. He excited her in strange ways. The dark things he did with her and to her kind of fed her sexuality. Fed her hunger. Fed her need. Or fed the need that was developing inside her body and mind.
    It still hurt, that caning as he was sliding a rigid erection into her cunt from behind. He wasn't fucking her because that was what he wanted to do. He was fucking her sex simply because he used the copious amounts of slippery juices she produced as a lubricant. Making sure he buried himself up to the hilt in her sexuality before taking out and directing it up inside her back door. She would never forget the first time he did that. She had screamed and screamed as he had 'popped' his cock past her sphincter. The shooting pain had been intense and had been lasting with renewed surges of pain with every full length stroke he had buried in her. Since that first time she had learned; Mandy was a fast learner and she had learned how to relax those back door muscles to allow the flesh to relax and expand around the enormous purple bell end as it made its way inside her. She often wondered how on earth a man of this age, he was over sixty, could manage such a huge, rigid erection. Not that she cared. She stayed slightly bent at the knees, stiletto'd toes pointing in to each other, just as he liked, as he reamed and fucked her ass to completion. He was a complex fetishist and without doubt a sadist of the advanced kind. At least, advanced in comparison to what she had come across before. His peculiar fetishes, specific and minute had been built up over many years; decades in fact. God only would know how much female flesh he had defiled over the years in his quest to gratify his perversions. He even insisted on the latex uniform and stockings out of some weird theory that the latex was a seal that kept all the 'bad' inside the girl so that it couldn't spill out. Sealed in and contained for HIS pleasure. Latex for that reason. Schoolgirl uniform because he liked virgin flesh, but with a twist. He liked weirdly mature female flesh stuffed and poured into such a uniform because it added a humiliation element to the proceedings. He liked Mandy because she was a delicious mix of both. The line between real schoolgirl and mature schoolgirl 'distinctly vague' if that were possible. Trying to work out thi particular pervert