Of course the drugs he fed me that time in the field house helped me find my true self also.Vince told me how he had followed me and observed what was...happening around me. He said he saw how my husband’s brothers watched me with wanting eyes. Not to mention even Paul's sisters husbands. However Vincent somehow knew I'd be hot for black men. It's not that they are black it’s the primal sexual aggressive, sexually dominant, powerful instincts that some men have over women. Paul doesn't have. She was also in tears and asked me about what exactly happened. She had taken down my number from my friend that evening and had saved it. We spoke a lot about our friend and how much we missed him. Since that day, we started chatting quite regularly, talking over the phone and began bonding. Then we decided that we should meet up, but she told me that it was not possible for her to meet anywhere nearby as she didn’t want to risk being seen with a stranger. So, she decided we should meet up in. Oh no! Master is holding a bullwhip made of braided brown leather. This whip has never been used on me before. I watch as my Master raises his strong right arm. I close my eyes tightly and grit my teeth to prepare for what is coming. Crack! The strong leather comes down hard on my back. I feel the sharp sudden sting, and my mind is telling me to run away, but my body is trapped in place. Master strikes me over and over again on my back, my buttocks and the back of each leg. My body is aching.. They’ll be back in a while.” She handed me a cup.Debby looked good. She was wearing a simple dress, with buttons collar-to-waist, and low sandals. The dress was pleasingly tight and short. As she stood, facing away from me, I could see the outlines of her bra and panties, cutting into her soft flesh, under the light cotton. It was a fine view, and my crotch stirred.“Have you thought about what Jerry and Carol said?” Debby asked.I jerked out of a daydream involving Debby bent over the counter..