Suddenly, Chadfelt he could not help it. He began to sob and cry like a girl."Please don't hit me any more. I will be a good boy."Bob looked down. "Do...'t you mean you will be a good girl?"Chad resisted with all his effort. What is this bullshit about a littlegirl? This guy is crazy and I've got to get out of here.But then he heard himself saying, "I'm sorry Master. I will be a goodgirl. I want to be a good girl so bad. Please let me be a good girl foryou. Please, please, please."Chad was. Returning to the desk, he once again sat on the edge with one leg dangling down."I want each of you to undress each other. Stand facing each other, and take your friends blouse off, slowly so I can enjoy watching." I heard the unzipping of his trousers and we all watched him drop his trousers to the floor. His cock leapt out, straight and hard pointing at us."No, I will not do…," Jaime started only to receive a sharp slap to the face from him."Anyone else," he looked threateningly at us, and we. Her new boyfriend Billy showed up about two drinks into the evening, apparently by accident. With him were three of his buddies whom I'd never met, nor had Sandy. I'll call them Manny, Moe and Jack. Like the other names in this story, they're not their real ones. You don't need to know and I don't need the grief. Anyway, they all sat down with us after we pushed a couple of tables together, and we had another round of drinks.I swear I wasn't planning anything, not even in the remote reaches of. He woke early after a terrible sleep. He couldn't believe he had gotten so angry with Jennifer. He thought about the line in the Kelly Clarkson song "For hating you I blame myself". And he sadly realized that he did not hate her but hated her not wanting him. He was in a daze as he phoned a taxi to pick him up for the airport. He thought it would be cheaper to taxi both ways instead of paying for more than a week's parking. He pulled his bags and golf clubs out of the apartment - he could have.