Nice thick head of hair, shaggy and almost a dirty blonde color with a kiss of red undertones. Stylish too, had an effortless look to how he pulled hi...self together. He smelled a-ma-zing. We exchanged some vital info about each other. He worked in some kind of technology based something that seemed very complex and hard for me to absorb exactly what he said he did for a living. I told him I was photographer and have a small studio in back of an art gallery my friend owns right in the middle of. And you need to think about what you'll do while she's looking." Hmm." I could look myself, but did I really want to? "I'll think about it." Anything else?" Are you available Sunday evening?" I asked. "I have a feeling I'm going to want to get together when I get back." I'll see what I can do. When's your flight arrive?"I gave her my flight information and then asked her how things were going for her. We chatted briefly about her classes, but she seemed distracted, so we quickly wound the. My heart was pounding in excitement. Was he going to use that on me?He held me down over the desk, and doubled the belt up. SMACK, the first hit on my bare ass burned like fire. I moaned. He started hitting me with the belt harder and faster. Raising welts on my ass. I couldn't stop the tears of pain, yet my sweet pussy was getting wetter by the moment. He was saying things as he hit my ass each time."You will take my cock in your ass! You will let me fuck that tight ass till I cum. I own you. Apparently, it had sold out hours earlier. My first thought was to return home and watch a movie on the small screen. But my friend had something else in mind. We had gotten all dressed up and she claimed it would be a waste to just head home. That was how she convinced me to make a pit stop at the bar that stood less than a block from the theatre. I am not exactly what you would call a bar kind of girl. I do not particularly like the ambiance, nor do I enjoy the drunken people that usually.