He stood in front of her, bent down to her eye level, they were locked on his. Her breathing was faint and slow, frequent long exhales silently left her lips as her body shook. She was nervous, they had not been together for nearly a year. They were both hungry, craving something more than anyone could ever give them. She sat there, bent over holding her posture in the manner she knew he wanted.
He turned and faced the mirror behind him, she heard a *click* as he pushed on the mirror to open it. Turning back with two canes, he walked toward her holding them out.
“Tell me which one you would rather have me use,” he instructed her.
He could see her eyes narrow as panic set in, bouncing back and forth between the two. Finally, like a faint wind in the night air, she motioned toward his hand.
“Your left one,” She tried to mumble through the cloth panties.
He bent down and pulled the panties from her mouth, “what was that,” he asked her.
“Your left one,” she said nodding toward his left hand.